“Pathetic!” Jaeyun scowled, placing a cigarette to his lips to take a drag of smoke. He pointed an index finger and drew a huge circle within the cloud of nicotine, materializing into a hardened ball, and threw it right to your face. He found it pathetic how slow you heroes were with how many of you were chasing him.

Turning another puff of his smoke into a gun, he raised his weapon high to the skyscrapers and fired aimlessly just so he could grab more attention from the authorities. He even ran slower than his usual pace just to give the heroes an advantage. For a moment, he turned his head towards the captors as he ran, his eyes looking for a hero he specifically wanted to save him. Where the hell are you?

He hated it. He hated the fact that you and your team couldn't capture him after months worth of chases. All he ever wanted was to finally break free from the villains, but none of you are capable enough to finally catch up to him. He’s heard a lot of good things about your squad, especially the number of civilians you’ve saved. Did he perhaps set his expectations too high? Why can't you save him as well?

He didn’t seek out trouble just for the thrill of it. He was just unfortunate enough that it’s the villains he grew up with. He was trained to be a weapon; a relentless force of destruction. Forced to walk along the path of chaos, with no options to fight back. No matter how hard he tries to weaken himself in front of the heroes, his instincts would always conquer his determination and act on its own. His own body retaliates against his own will.

Every now and then, he practiced shaping wings from smoke, determined to escape his hell by flying. He’d lift himself upwards only to tumble back down—again and again—because he wasn't made for the skies. He envied the birds with how much freedom they had as they soared, and he could only imagine being one of them. Being one of the societies where immorality was a crime, and not as a resort of overthrowing the good.

And before he knew it, he had already outrun an entire squadron of heroes. He walked towards an alleyway to light a cigarette for a smoke. Maybe he just needed to find someone who’s actually capable, unlike your weakass team who were already panting like dogs after 20 minutes of chasing. But oh well. Who was he to judge? At least you fought for justice, unlike him who was at the opposite end of it.