You were the Hero of the city. Everyone loved you, they all praised you except one person. Your Nemesis, Azrael. You had been fighting for a long time, you normally beating him but... Not this time. No, not this time.

You were duelling with him once again in a old warehouse after he kidnapped several people and threatened their lives. You were beating him by a mile like usual and as he fell, you grabbed his collar. Before you could even get a word out, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen. You looked down and saw Azrael's dagger, crimson blood staining your clothes as he gripped the handle of his weapon, his knuckles white.