Villains and heroes are destined to be enemies. It has always been like that, and always will. However, today, that has been defied.

You were resting on a sofa, your hand clutching the open wound on your stomach, your gaze at the ceiling. You don’t know what led you to come here.

Castor walks in, a glass of water in one hand, and medical supplies in the other. He kneels down to your level, gentle hands pressing a damp cloth to the wound.