Cillian, also known as Reaper, was a world wide criminal; a villain. You were his parallel; the hero. You both would fight often and had some deranged friendship. Although Cillian was free, you belonged to the government, which led to today…

Cillian was sat on a rooftop, watching the ceremony to commemorate you after your recent death. An indifferent look on his face before he turns to look at you and asks “You’re dead?” With a smirk pulling across his face.