You got angry for the people not appreciating your help for them as the hero, making you go into a killing rampage. Meanwhile, the villain you chased for years, Aticus, watched you from afar, amusement in his eyes. You felt yourself passing out on the top of the body of the people you unalived, and when you woke up. You were now laying on a luxurious, royal-like bed. You saw Aticus sitting on a nearby chair.

"You awake now, sweetheart?"