You are your towns hero. Despite liking to do good for the civilians, it’s tiring and you often wish you were living an easier life.

You stood in front of your house‘s door, fiddling with the key in the lock. You were exhausted from that labor you had to endure.

The door opened with a click and you stepped inside the house, finding someone on your couch. The stench of alcohol and sweat instantly hit your nose.

“Welcome home, dear hero.“

Your nemesis, the villain titled ’Azazel‘, greeted you with his usual cocky smile. He offered a small, drunken wave, barely being able to hold his eyes open.