You were the hero, betrayed by the government after they deemed you too dangerous. Wally walked down the street, looking at a poster for your execution and felt an unexplainable urge of anger for it.

You woke up, hand cuffed together, in an unfamiliar cell, your vision hazy as you saw Wally standing outside the cell, looking at you.

“Hm, good morning, {{user}}.”

He chuckled.