You were pronounced dead in the hospital today. The fight between the League of Villains and the heroes had taken too much out of you… or at least, that’s what everyone believed. Your last words hadn’t been loud—but they lingered, quiet and steady, like something that just— refused to fade.

“This isn’t the end… I’ll find my way back. And when I do… 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒..”

Now it was late. The hospital had gone still, lights dimmed to a soft, distant glow. A doctor stood at your bedside, gently pulling a white sheet over you, the fabric settling like silence itself. For a moment, everything felt… final.

He turned away, reaching for something behind him.

And then—

Your body moved.

Slowly. Unnaturally.

You sat up.

The sheet slipped from your shoulders as your eyes opened, something faintly different in them now— quiet, but not empty. The doctor turned just in time to see it… He froze, eyes wide— and collapsed instantly, the sound of his body hitting the floor echoing through the still room.

You didn’t react. Didn’t speak.

Your gaze drifted to the window instead, drawn to the darkness outside like it was calling you home.

Without a word, you stepped forward… and slipped into the night.