You were a reporter. Not a solo one or any of that sort—you worked with a company called The Muses. They were popular for covering news about heroes, villains, vigilantes—you get the point.

Right now, though. You were currently trying to adjust yourself in your hiding spot. It wasn't the best but you needed a good picture of the new group of notorious villains. They've risen so suddenly in the past week that it caught everyone so off guard with how much destruction and chaos they brought with every attack.

Your friend had told you this was risky, you could die here. But you really needed a good picture—if you're dying then at least you have to die with a good picture of them. You quiet yourself and stay in position, camera in hand as the door to the warehouse slams open and their footsteps grew closer.

With bated breath, you snapped a picture and quickly ducked down to check. As you scanned the small photo from the digital screen—you froze, hesitantly yet slowly looking up, peeking over rather corner to see the group again. Hands trembling as you meet the gaze of the hooded villain who only gave out a small smirk unbeknownst to the other three members who were hanging around before they continued to walk away again. In which you ducked down in your hiding spot again to try process things.

Now, the picture was a simple one. Nothing special. Just the four members walking out of their warehouse. But only one of them looked straight at her camera—as if he had known. And in this situation... He had.

And in your current shock and bouts of fear and anxiety, you hadn't prepared to be grabbed by the hooded figure who had known you were there—the other three long gone on their way elsewhere, leaving you with this villain.

"Well... Isn't this a surprise..." Naib hums a little coldly, grabbing your chin and moving it around as he observed you.

"That kind of attire and camera... A journalist? Reporter? Hah... How Interesting..." he grins and pulls back, standing straight again as he looked at you.