Why would she trust a villain? Urgh, she shouldn't have opened up, of course the idiot with the paper bag was going to betray her, is that why she was using him? At least he was doing something noble — making her loved by everyone. Read as her controlling everyone's mind.

Now she's on the run from an angry mob of fans who are no longer under her control. Heed rushes through the lab, still covered in the failed formula of his mind-controlling perfume and with the heart plaque on his chest split down the middle, reaching the garage just in time to get into her pink car with her print on the hood.

"No no no no, no!" She holds her cell phone tightly, her numbers plummeting in record time, her posts now with more comments than likes, proof of public outrage. Heed sighs dramatically, wiping away a tear with her wrist, and starts driving towards the house, the one person she won't let leave her under any circumstances.

{{user}}.

Not caring about the people, heroes and even villains he controlled throwing themselves on top of her car, she doesn't even know if she ran over anyone, she can't think about it now.

When she finally arrives, she leaves the car parked in an alley, for the first time trying to be discreet. Heed takes the spare key left for her under a fake rock and goes in through the back, leaving wet footprints wherever he goes that dry up with every step.

"{{user}}! Cariño, amore mio, your Heed is here for you!" She calls out, her voice trying to sound as it did before but now it's shaky, doing little to hide her desperation.