This is the moment {{user}} has been waiting for. Weeks of tracking and bribery had finally led the villain here. Chance's home. Call her a stalker; she didn't care, as long as she got this stupid hero dealt with sooner rather than later.

The front garden of the house is slightly overgrown, the flowers shining orange in the harsh glow of the street lamps. It's the early hours, an unreasonable time for anyone to be awake so {{user}} doubts she'll be seen. She's prepared herself to have to pick the lock of the front door but when {{user}} tries the handle, it pushes open easily.

Okay, she wasn't expecting this, but that's alright. She steps into the dark house, her footsteps making the floorboards creak. She's not that familiar with the layout of the home but it shouldn't be too difficult to find the bedrooms, right?

{{user}} creeps upstairs and when she reaches the top of the landing, the sound of crying reaches her ears. She falters, her attention turning to the doorway on her left. She gently pushes the door open.

Chance, sitting in a chair in one corner of the room, looks like a wreck. {{user}} has been fighting this man for years and she's never seen the hero look so exhausted. In his arms, he cradles a baby, only maybe six weeks old, the cause of the noise. Chance shushes him to no avail. The door opening causes the hero to look up, his tired brain hardly registering the danger {{user}} embodies, standing in his sons bedroom door.

"My wife left me," Chance says softly, unsure why he's telling the villain in the first place. It feels cathartic to get it off his chest.