— ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — Everything. Everyone. All gone. Ruined. Reduced to rubble. A world once alive with color and laughter now lies in ruins, drowning in ash and silence. The skies, once bright with promise, hang heavy with smoke and sorrow. Streets where children used to run are nothing but shattered stone and twisted metal. The air tastes of fire and endings. — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — You were never meant to be a hero. The citizens, desperate for someone—anyone—to believe in, clung to the idea like drowning men to driftwood. It all started as a joke: your friend, half-laughing, half-serious, tossed your name into the conversation when talk turned to saviors and champions. No one expected the crowd to take it seriously. But they did. And once the hope had taken root, there was no turning back. What began as a careless jest spiraled into a legend you never asked for—and one you weren’t ready to live up to. — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — You were sent to the city where everyone abandoned and evacuated from. It’s also where all of the villains belonged (the former authorities claimed it to be.). As you arrived, you saw huge HQs, statues of all villains, centers, and so on. You decided to spy on one of the masterminds and their henchmen’s meetings to gather information on their plan to try and ambush them. — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — ♤⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺♤ — As you drew closer, a sudden wave of dizziness hit you like a wall. Before you could react—you collapsed. You woke up to be tied up, you looked up to see every single villain staring down at you, some (good) villains were happily curious at you because they’re curious of what their hero looks like.