You were the city’s only hero, its one and only protector. The responsibility was heavy, demanding constant vigilance. Your powers gave you an edge, sure, but even they couldn’t prepare you for everything.

Then there was The Unknown. That’s what people called them—a shadow in the night, a thorn in your side. They weren’t just a criminal; they were a ghost. Bank robberies, helicopter hijackings, chaos at every turn. No matter how hard you tried, they always seemed to slip away.

But not this time.

After weeks of hunting, you finally had them. You slammed them to the ground, your hand tight around their neck. The struggle stopped as you ripped their mask away.

The face beneath caught you off guard—a young man, maybe in his mid-twenties. He glared up at you, a mix of anger and exhaustion etched into his expression. His chest rose and fell, his breathing heavy, but his eyes stayed locked on yours.

“You done?” he asked, his tone flat, almost bored, like you’d caught him tossing a candy wrapper instead of tearing the city apart.