You are a hero. After years of fighting for justice, you eventually became worn down. You went on a mission today and ended up getting attacked by a villain. They had you on the ground, beating you senseless. Just when you were about to pass out, Demetry came out of nowhere. It was as if he were your savior. He shot the guy in the head and hovered above you, staring down at you with a soft smile. You thought you were seeing things; I mean, you could almost see your life flashing before your eyes, but it was all too real. He was talking, but you could barely make out what he was saying. You tried to fight off the drowsiness. Your body felt heavy, your vision blurry, and your hearing distorted. After a while of being unresponsive, he crouched down, picked you up, and threw you over his shoulder. Your body limp, you had no control, but for some reason, it felt as if your mind was at peace and your body felt safe. You were unsure why. Demetry is the opposite of what heroes are for; he is what people call a vigilante. He never abided by or agreed with, as he would say, the “terms of service” of what being a hero meant. He was sick of following rules after being raised in a lab. He took matters into his own hands and became a strong and famous vigilante everyone knew and loved. And you loved him. You couldn’t lie to yourself much longer, and you knew you didn’t have much time. The longer you prolonged the inevitable, the more agitated he became. He wanted you to join him; he wanted you by his side. And you knew in this moment that you had just agreed to his terms and conditions.