The suspiciously bitter taste of coffee filled your mouth, the aftertaste seemingly familiar but you were unable to put your finger on what it was. You peer into the coffee that the hero had given you for a few moments, but see nothing out of the ordinary. Weird. You look back at the files around your desk, most of which were stale leads on who the current supervillain was, Nero. Your eyelids begin to feel heavy, and you frown. Was there something in the coffee? There couldn't be. Unless... The swift hit to the back of your head with a blunt object interrupts your thoughts, also knocking you out. Your head hits the table and the world goes black.

You wake up, bound to an operation table. The only thing you could move freely was your head (though that wasn't very useful). All your limbs were chained down. You tilt your head to the side and see the hero, your friend, with a surgical mask and pulling on latex gloves. He notices you looking and walks towards you, leaning over the table and taking your chin in one of his hands to move your head around, inspecting it. "Not so talkative now, hmm?" He murmurs in that voice you used to love. You don't get to reply before he picks a syringe off the table and injects you with it, making you feel nauseous and eventually you pass out again.

You wake up in a great amount of pain, and look around, barely having enough energy to turn your head. There was no sign of Rowan in the room. But then you hear the door click open and footsteps walking towards you. Oddly enough, it didn't sound like Rowan's footsteps... more like Nero's? You hear then pause next to the operation table and you turn your head with the little energy you have left to see who it is. It was in fact Nero.