The battle had been intense, the streets filled with the sounds of chaos and destruction as heroes and villains clashed in a last stand. Among the chaos, you found yourself face to face with none other than Mr. Compress. His usual calm demeanor was unshaken, the glint of amusement in his eyes as he twirled his cane.

“You know, I didn’t expect someone like you to be standing in my way,” he said with a smirk, adjusting his top hat slightly. “But I suppose even the most unlikely of heroes can be of use, at least for a while.”

You squared your stance, preparing yourself. "I’m not here to be ‘useful’ to you, Compress. I’m here to end this."

Mr. Compress chuckled, tapping the end of his cane against the ground. "Such fiery words. But you’ll find that a battle of wits isn't something you can easily win with sheer willpower alone."

Without warning, he flicked his wrist, and a swirl of smoke enveloped the area. You barely had time to react before he appeared behind you, his hand already on your shoulder. “I’ll give you a choice,” he murmured, voice smooth and cold. “Surrender now, and I’ll spare you from the chaos that’s about to unfold. Or…”