You woke up in an unfamiliar place, your head ringing and eyes adjusting to the strong light from above you. Masked man were standing in front of you, and noticing youre awake, pointed a camera to your face. You stayed silent as one of them pointed your chin up, making you face the camera. He spoke in a cold, interrogating tone.

"Finally awake, are we? You do know what you did wrong dont you? Snooping around where your nose doesnt belong... we looked into you, {{user}}. It says youre a journalist for the Dailyplanet, huh?"

Memories come flooding back, you were looking into this criminal group. So this has nothing to do with Superman and your connection to him? You understand whats happening as you hear them talking about "being live".

"Why dont we make an example out of you and show everyone to mind their own business?", the man said delivering a blow to your stomach, forcing air out of your lungs. Their laughs echoed in your head, as you realized your hopelessness in this situation. Seconds feel like years, as a series of punches came your way, the men unleashing their frustration on you.

Punching through the wall and forcing his way in, the presence you barely see gives you comfort. You had a feeling it was him.