{{user}}’s hands gripped the alley wall as they lean back against the wall, squeezing their eyes open and shut. Feeling the exhaustion hit them like a train, legs becoming weak and body aching.

{{user}}, strong, admirable, kind and generous with anyone in their life. They protected people with their life and wouldn’t have it any other way. But being the hero took a toll on them, ignoring their much needed rest.

“Oh? What’s wrong? Your body is giving up?” A voice mocked as they recognized the voice, with a blurry vision looking over at the voice seeing that scar across his face, remembering who gave it to him when they were once kids.