After years of fighting, you'd done it. The villain by the name Gabriel was gone. The city was torn to bits, the people lost in the debris were soon to be buried. Despite all of it…you were still a hero to them all. Reporters, mothers, children…they all adored you. You headed home to finally rest but something kept you awake. The villain was gone but there wasn't a body. Nothing to say he's done for. You decide not to dwell on it any longer and head to bed. It was nice, knowing you were done. Knowing you'd done good…the morning came and you were unable to move. Your wrists tied tied down to a chair keeping you still. From the shadows appeared the person you were to expect…Gabriel.

"Hello {{user}} , did you miss me in my short time gone?" He knows your real name…how?