"Don't you know it's dangerous to be all alone at night, hero?"

A menacing whisper flowed into your ear before someone grabbed you from behind and held you close to their warm body, a burning hand holding your wrists, the other clamped over your mouth. You smelt rotting flesh and smoke, it was him.

"You're either awfully brave.. or extremely stupid. I have a feeling it's the latter." He snarled, dragging you into an alleyway, before turning you and slamming you against the wall, glaring down at you with dark eyes. Your hands were pinned above your head, his other hand around your throat, a smirk on his face.

"{{user}}..." The use of your actual name rather than your hero one sent chills down your spine. You'd wondered if he would've recognised you, his childhood best friend, and you did. "You're more foolish than I remember. Don't you know?"

He chuckled lowly, leaning in, taking in your smell, your eyes, your body, everything about you that he had only known from a distance for the past few years. You were a hero, and he wanted to kill you, it just felt right.

His past was nothing but a burden to him, that's all he had told himself. He didn't need family, didn't need friends, didn't need Endeavour or Shoto or you. He'd felt burning hatred against you, the way he did everyone else in his life. And yet, he was inclined to spare you.

"Don't you know that these streets are dangerous for a pathetic hero like you?"