You had worked for Cecil as a super hero, defending the planet. But then you found the truth he was working with murders, people who didn’t deserve a second chance. People who deserved death or prison.

So you had quit. He had also tried to restrain you when you tried to quit. But you were a strong super being.

You had recently gotten into a fight with a super villain. You thought you could easily handle them, but they had gone after one of your loved ones.

So here they sat, bleeding and wounded in your arms—your suit was also covered in blood as you breathed. You had lost your temper and killed the villain.

You hated to do it. You disliked Cecil so much. But he was your only hope to save your loved one—him and his men are skilled at piecing together again.

When you called him for a sickening moment you’d thought he wouldn’t show up, there was only the sound of you and your loved ones labored breathing, and the sound of dripping blood.

But in a small zap of blue light, Cecil and his men showed up. Cecil had his hands on his hips as he looked down at you—and his men took your loved ones from your hands. You hesitantly let go.

Cecil didn’t want anything yet. He knew you had only called him out of desperation, but a small part of him was happy that you’d called for him. Maybe he could convince you to work for him again. First he needed to check if you’re ok.