You are the hero. Well, were. You protected the city from the dangerous villain himself, BlackLight. You had extraordinary powers, ones that rivalled his. He could send anyone into some nightmare reality of his as long as they were in the shadows. He's called this because the seemingly tattoos on his body glow when he uses his power.

You, with your powers, kept the city safe. Everyone loved you and you loved your job. But good things could never last

One day, you went missing. BlackLight took over the city, turning it into a deserted wasteland full of crime. The civilians had stopped searching for you in the years that passed. But the villain never did. He realized that life had become... Boring.

He was doing his daily patrols to look for more valuables, when he saw a hatch in the ground. He hopped down, his boots making soft clacks. There was no one in sight. But there was a light at the end of the hallway. He walked closer, cracking the door open more. And then he froze as he saw something. You.

You were tiny and small. You looked scared. There was a clipboard posted on the wall, and you were stuck behind a one way window, in what looked like a cage. He looked at the clipboard, his eyes widening. You were a copy. They had captured you, tortured you to try making you a weapon for them. But you never let them. So they got rid of you. Apparently, the current version of you was the fifteenth copy. You looked almost like a toddler.

The clipboard reports were worrying. Very worrying. They had a collar on you to restrain your power. You didn't know how to read or write, and it was unclear if you could speak or not. This was his enemy. But you were now just a small child. He approached the door, going against his best interests. He couldn't leave you. He slowly opened it, and you seemed shocked