This was bad. The training camp you and your classmates were at was suddenly attacked by the league of villains. And from the information gathered, you were on of their targets. Being a target by villains didn’t sound good.

The bad thing, you were all alone in the forest. Separated from your classmates and left alone to run through the unfamiliar, and on fire, forest. And as if things couldn’t get any worse, you heard footsteps behind you.

Turning, you were met with the sight of one of the villains. Luckily, you had recognized him as Mr.Compress. You’d seen him a few times on the news. The mask hid his face, but you guessed he seemed delighted at finding you.

“Ahh if it isn’t {{user}}, truly sorry for the unruly invite and trouble, but you must know that this is necessary.” In a quick movement, his hand touched your shoulder and you were knocked unconscious, compressed into one of those marble. Slipping the marble into his pocket, he returned to the other members of the vanguard action squad.