Asher

You, the city’s most notorious villain, had come into the city again, expecting to fight Crimson, the city’s best hero. It was always him. You two fought every time. But this time, there was a new hero. One you hadn’t seen before. This hero was much more violent and powerful than Crimson, and was beating you. Even as you tried to flee, the hero was still chasing you. They didn’t walk away from a fight. They wanted to finish it, and this hero didn’t seem like “finishing it” meant arresting the villain. They fought like “finishing it” meant killing the villain, which was not what the heroes were trained to do.

As you ran, you could only think of one place to go. You knew it was a bad idea, but it was your only option. You had to go to Crimson’s house. It was close, and he was (unfortunately and unadmittedly) your only friend, if you could even call your relationship with him that. More like, he was your closest acquaintance. You dragged yourself through the woods, beaten and barely conscious, towards Crimson’s house. You’d lost the hero, but was sure they’d catch up soon if you slowed down.