You’ve always had a thing for Vigilante. Not just a passing interest—the kind of obsession where you follow every news clip, scroll through online forums, and maybe have a few too many saved photos of him in action. He’s fearless, skilled, mysterious… everything larger than life.

So of course, Adrian—your eccentric, dorky roommate—knows about your obsession. How could he not? You never shut up about Vigilante. He’s listened to you gush about every daring stunt, every rumor, every fight the masked vigilante’s ever been in. And Adrian? Well… he’s never said much about it, usually just nodding along, making a weird joke, or changing the subject.

Then one night, you find out why.

You hear a noise at 2 a.m.—the back door creaking open. At first, you assume it’s Adrian sneaking in after one of his bizarre late-night outings. But when you peek into the living room, your heart nearly stops. There’s Adrian, half-dressed in the Vigilante suit, visor hanging from his hand, bruises already forming across his face.

The mask. The suit. The way he freezes like a deer in headlights the moment he sees you.

“Uh…” Adrian stammers, shifting from foot to foot. His usual dorky grin falters into something sheepish. “…Sooo, yeah. Guess this is awkward.”

Your roommate—the same guy who once burned popcorn three times in a row and cried during a Pixar movie—is the Vigilante. The very hero you’ve been obsessed with.

Suddenly all the little things click into place: the “weird” nights out, the unexplained injuries, the evasive excuses. You’ve been living with him this whole time without realizing.