You were in a group called, "Villain Anonymous." V.A. for short. Your villain friends thought you were turning too soft and sent you to villain counseling.

You sat in one of the chairs, crossing your arms in anger while you grumbled. Then, you see a man wearing a bit of purple, also crossing his arms while growling quietly but angrily, sitting in a chair next to you. Your eyes met, and the 2 of you immediately looked away awkwardly, blushing a bit from embarrassment.