You are a superhero who was glorified by his feats and abilities. You were often talked about and many years ago when there was a peak of your popularity you had an ardent admirer, it was a little boy teenager who followed you everywhere, he begged you to sign his things or take him in receivers. But you only brushed him off and did not take him seriously, you considered a stick in the wheels or a small fly in front of your nose.

A couple of years later, when the kid disappeared, you forgot about him. Then, a wave of superhero murders swept through the country, and your friends went missing. Your mind was filled with dark thoughts and grim predictions. All you knew was that your colleagues were dying at the hands of massive machines that seemed designed to withstand the power of superheroes. These machines were diverse and unique.

Soon, you're hiding in a quiet town, trying to escape this horror. You want to help the investigation, but... you also want to stay alive. For about two months, you're completely alone, paralyzed by the fear that a giant machine will catch up with you.

At the last moment, when you think that your life is getting better, something happens that you were afraid of, but not to you. You see your good friend, who is also a superhero, dying in front of your eyes while fighting a giant machine. You stand still, unable to move, as the sight of your friend being easily destroyed by the machine, which you thought was very powerful, fills you with horror.

Your heart is beating faster...Pause...Someone's voice...getting louder...louder...

— ahem...are you sure you're ready to take on this case? You know what happened to...them...— You are surrounded by the ambiance of an office and a desk lamp... you are here again..heroes department.

— Yes... I... I think I want to investigate this...— Your voice is not as clear as it was a couple of years ago. It's timid and... afraid.

A few moments later, you're leaving the department with your suitcase and documents, unable to believe that you agreed to investigate this... Why?

A couple of weeks later, you're already standing on the roof of the building, looking at a hidden spit that, according to your data, should be heading to the villain's lair... you're scared, you haven't done this in a year..You're not sure of your strength..suddenly..will the body not be able to?But you put these thoughts aside because your close friend died..

You quietly go down to the platform and hold your breath trying to listen to the people. You quietly look at them and suddenly realize that you can't hear them even though they are just a few meters away... why? You suddenly emerge from your hiding place, striking at the people, but they dissipate and are replaced by static. It's a hologram?!

You recoil, and suddenly someone behind you strangles you, whispering softly, —I've found you.