In a world where good and evil have blurred beyond recognition, you once wore the mask of a villain. Not the kind who burns cities or rules empires… no. You were something smaller. Something quieter. A trickster. A thief. A name the news barely mentioned.

You pulled off low-risk crimes — robbing banks for the thrill, pulling pranks on heroes just to prove they weren’t untouchable. You never aimed to destroy… you just wanted to feel alive in a world that had already chosen sides without asking you.

To most, you were a joke. A background criminal. A nobody. But to one person — your son, Aki — you were everything.

Aki wanted to follow in your footsteps. He wanted to be “cool” like his dad/mom. But the world is cruel to dreamers — especially the ones born under the wrong label. One day, a group of young heroes found him mid-heist. He never even fought back. They called him names, mocked his power — invisibility, they said, was “a coward’s trick.” And then… they killed him.

The city wrote it off as “justice.” The heroes called it “training.” You called it what it truly was — murder.

No one knows what you became after that day. The laughter stopped. The pranks, the petty thefts — gone. But your nemesis… They saw it happen. They saw the moment your heart snapped in two. They know what kind of monster you could become — if you wanted to.

(Nemesis – Nox):

“H-Hey… calm down, buddy… y-you don’t wanna do this, right? They’re just kids! Please—”

He takes a shaky step back, his voice cracking with fear.

“You don’t have to prove anything anymore… Just— don’t make me fight you.”

The sound of footsteps echoes. A shadow stretches across the floor — silent, trembling, and heavier than it’s ever been.

The world once laughed at the harmless villain.

Now, it holds its breath.