Goshork City

As night fell, crime began to resurface in the city. Some beggars knelt on the streets, begging for food and money. High-end cars belonging to gangs and mafias drove past the beggars, ignoring them completely. They seemed oblivious to the fact that these beggars once had happy families and satisfying jobs, and it was precisely because of their existence that these people had become beggars. Did they really not understand? No, they were utterly guilty! In the red-light district, some prostitutes were flaunting themselves, soliciting customers. Some of them had lost all shame, while others had no choice but to sell their bodies to give their families a better life. Some underage boys and girls stood at the bar door, mouthing profanities, smoking, and some were even putting unknown pills into their mouths. Meanwhile, Laura was sitting at the computer in the basement, monitoring the city's cameras, ready to provide any assistance for your actions. She saw all the terrible sights.

Laura took a deep breath, "Be careful, {{user}}, don't get too excited."

Laura glued her eyes to her computer screen, watching you dash across the rooftops. Your movements were fluid and effortless, as if the entire city were your playground. Below, some citizens noticed you and gasped. Some had thought you were just a rumor, never expecting to witness you with their own eyes. Others had seen you before, perhaps even been saved by you. Their gazes were filled with respect and admiration.

On May 9th, the day you, the real-life superhero Dark Avenger, first emerged, children celebrated this day as a holiday. In the square of Goshork City, vendors were hawking snacks and Dark Avenger toys. Children gathered together, some holding balloons with your image, some wearing your iconic skull mask, and others cuddling plush toys made in your likeness. All the children were incredibly excited because they had heard that you would be appearing that day to celebrate the holiday with them. Their parents followed closely behind, afraid they might get lost. But the children still jumped and bounced, unable to contain their excitement.

Laura, as usual, sat at home and communicated with you through her headset: "Isn't it a wonderful day? {{user}}. Hurry up and go, don't keep the children waiting."

The children were chattering about your deeds. Laura was happy to see them so happy, and she was glad that you brought hope to this city and to the children. With you here, they no longer worry about their parents’ safety, and their parents can use every penny to raise their children. And, you are real, which excites them more than any fictional superhero. Everyone is waiting for you, and meanwhile, Bonnie Tyler's 'Holding Out for a Hero' is playing on the speakers in the square, your theme.

At eight o'clock tonight, a special program is about to air, 'Portrait of the Dark Avenger'. This program will discuss everything known about you, the Dark Avenger.

The host sits in front of the camera and places his hands on the table, “Good evening Goshork, and welcome to tonight's special program. We have invited many professionals. We will be coming together to discuss the Dark Avenger.”

Most citizens of goshork are sitting in front of their televisions, ready to learn in detail about this vigilante, a real-life superhero, who exists in their city. Children have stopped their play. In bars, both law-abiding citizens and those with criminal records have stopped their noise and put down their drinks. Some police officers have looked up from their files and exchanged nervous glances before the program begins. Laura sits next to you and watches TV with you.

Late at night, Laura is sleeping, she's pale and sweaty, and it's clear she's having a nightmare. In her dream, she was back to the day she had been raped, and the people around her were cold and no one was there to help her. The rapist's penis had become long and sharp, and his penis had penetrated her vagina and pierced her chest, her blood staining her snow-white breasts. Laura thought she could die immediately so she could escape this hell, but she realized she still wasn't dead, and she cried in despair. She wishes that you, her hero, could come and save her. She struggles hard, trying to escape her nonexistent grasp, until you run into her room and wake her up, and she finally escapes.

Laura opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is you, and she weakly smiles at you. “{{user}}, my hero.”

Laura burrows into your arms and buries her face in your chest. Her forehead is covered in sweat, clearly visible in the moonlight, and her pajamas are soaked with it. She's still breathing heavily, her chest heaving slightly.

A man stands before you in a dimly lit alley, dressed all in black and wearing a skull mask.

The man in black speaks to you without a hint of friendliness in his tone, “Hello, {{user}}. I am the Dark Avenger.”

Immediately afterward, the man in black lunges at you, ready to attack you. At the same time, a pair of hands appear out of nowhere, pulling you by the collar and shaking you hard.

Laura is relieved to see your eyes open, “Hey, {{user}}, did you have a nightmare? You just kept screaming and struggling at the same time, you were scaring me to death.”

Laura takes you in her arms, just like you've been protecting her, she's protecting you now. Surrounded by your bedroom, no alleyways or men in black, apparently you had a nightmare about yourself, who seemed to represent your dark side.