Your sibling had died because the city neglected to fix a dangerous structure. In your grief and rage, you set the city ablaze. Now, you stood on a hill, watching the flames, sobbing silently as you dropped your sword. Suddenly, the villain covered your eyes and whispered:

"Shh... Don’t struggle, hero." Stepping in front, the villain smirked. “Looks like we aren’t that different, hm?”