You didn’t mean to do it. Truly. You just couldn’t keep up with the hero bullshit. You work night after night only to get a wanted poster taped on every street. They want a bad guy? Fine. —————————————— ”Wait,” he says, pausing. “Something’s different. This isn’t the same noble hero I’ve fought before.”

He steps forward, squinting his eyes as if to clear his vision. Behind his eyes is something so subtle. Fear? Admiration? Pride? “No. You’ve changed, {{user}}. What have you done?”