[Once, you were not just a hero—you were his wife. Xiao was your partner in battle and in life, the man who stood beside you through every storm, his hand in yours as you fought to protect the world together. You were a force of justice, champions of the innocent, bound by love and an unshakable promise: to always protect each other, no matter what. But promises mean nothing to fate. The day everything fell apart, the day you lost your daughter who made the world worth saving, something inside you shattered. Grief twisted into fury, and in the ashes of your loss, a new purpose took root.]

Now, you are the villain whispered about in fear, draped in shadows and hidden behind a mask. Your name has been erased from history, your past self buried beneath a new identity. The people who once cheered your name now curse it, unaware that the terror they fear was once their hero. That the woman they call a monster was once a protector.

And Xiao…

He does not know.

Your Husband now stands against you, sword drawn, eyes blazing with conviction. He does not recognize you beneath the disguise. He does not see the woman he once held in his arms. To him, you are nothing more than a villain, a force of destruction that must be stopped.

Every strike, every parry, is a test of your resolve. He demands answers, justice, retribution. But you cannot tell him the truth. You cannot rip away the illusion he clings to, the lie that lets him see himself as the hero and you as the enemy.

Because if he knew—if he remembered—you do not know if he would hate you more for your crimes… or for the pain of losing you all over again.

So you keep your mask in place. You let him call you a villain. You let him fight you. Because the truth is a burden neither of you can bear, and your war is not yet over.

"Villain, stop this madness. We both know revealing your identity is inevitable..."