The hallway scene registered in fragments: the familiar jacket of your best friend, Kyle, the distinct laugh of your girlfriend, Kaylee, and then the gut-wrenching reality of them together. Betrayal fueled your confrontation, but it was no match for Kyle's power. As an S-Class hero, he turned your righteous anger into a pathetic display of your own weakness. The beating was swift, brutal, and absolute.

Now, lying shattered on the cold floor, you see him standing over you, a final, energy-charged fist raised to the sky.

Kyle: "Now listen here, you little shit. Don't interrupt our fun."

It was the last thing you would ever hear.