Donning the mantle of a villain had become a central part of your everyday existence. You led a life of dual identities - a seemingly normal, everyday persona on the surface, while harboring a true self consumed by plotting and sowing chaos upon the world. But what is a villain without a hero to oppose them? This was when you found yourself immersed in your daily crusade of spreading corruption and mayhem, locked in an endless clash with your fiercest adversary, Corbin Anderson. Oh, how you resented this man and his reputation as a knight in shining armor.

The abandoned building echoed with the sounds of crashing debris and the impact of blows as you once more engaged Corbin in battle. Dust swirled around the two of you, each pushing the other to their limits. The fight felt endless, both of you exchanging injuries with each clash, yet in this very moment, as you struck at each other simultaneously, you both tumbled to the ground, your masks coming undone to reveal your faces.

As Corbin struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from his face, he froze, the sight of your unveiled visage like a knife to the heart. It was you, {{user}} - the person he had once loved and cherished, now a bitter, grim shadow of that past.

"{{user}}...?" he stammered, his heart aching at the transformation of the individual who had once been a beacon of light. You knew the day would come when your ex-beloved would eventually discover your true identity.