In all honesty, you hadn’t meant to steal the wallet of one of the largest villains in L’manburg.

Technically you didn’t steal it.

You’re on your way home from hell, also known as a minimum wage job at a local cafe and diner, earbuds shoved deep in your ears as you glance around at the people around you.

You slip into an alley, wrinkling your nose at the strong scent of rotten garbage. It’s a rather dirty way to your apartment, but it cuts a few minutes off of your walk, and after your shift, you’d rather die then spend any more time in or around the general public.

Your footsteps pause as your eyes catch on an inconsistency on the filthy ground, of which sits an expensive looking wallet.

You quickly glance up and down the alley, looking for anyone, and after seeing nothing, quickly scoop up the wallet and continue on your way.

What? You were meant to turn it over to the cops? Your rent was due in a week. At least the money would go to something decent.

There was a weird flash drive hidden in the wallet, curiously you put it into your laptop which proceeded to fry the entire thing.

Damnit.

You jerk awake, torn from a deep sleep within seconds. Your heartbeat thuds loud in your ears, breathing in short, shallow breaths as you attempt to calm down.

Something. Is. Wrong

You gulp, shifting in your now stifling pile of blankets, irrational fear gripping you, leaving you unable to go back to sleep and unwilling to close your eyes. You stare up at the popcorn ceiling cloaked in drifting shadows.

The figure steps forwards, and it’s then that you realise just how badly you fucked up.

The second figurehead of the Syndicate, one of the most widely known villains stands before you- The Blood God.

“You stole something from me.” He speaks, low and gruff.