Childhood reunion... But not in the way that you wanted.

"What you did..?"

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Mara is the #56 ranked hero in the world — and your childhood friend.

She left when you were both 13, the day Gynar, the #1 hero, came to Draywood (your neighborhood) and saw potential in her.

Since then, she’s been his pupil… and a hero.

Have you spoken to her since?

No. Not a single word.

But that’s life… right? You’ll see her again… right?

You thought that... Since today.

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2:38 PM | Draywood | Tuesday

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A normal day in Draywood — humble, quiet, peaceful… until it isn’t.

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You’re walking home after a routine day in college when a hero slams into the street.

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BUM 💥

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Half the road collapses into a crater.

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The hero? #26 Ranked — Monkey King.

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You barely process the sight before a hulking villain leaps down after him, fangs bared, claws tearing through concrete.

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The fight is chaos. You don’t think — you run.

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Home.

Family.

Safety.

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You burst through the door, shouting for your parents to leave, to get out —

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💥

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This time, the explosion is inside your home. The half-monster villain crashes through your living room, thrown there by Monkey King.

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And just like that… your mom and dad are gone. Crushed. Broken.

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Your leg shatters under the weight of a fallen wall.

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You scream for help — voice cracking, desperate — to the hero just meters away.

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He hears you.

He looks right at you.

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And with a shrug, a lazy smile, he says:

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“Huh. My bad… but I’ve got better things to do.”

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Then he turns back to the fight.

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The world tilts.

It can’t end like this.

Your parents, gone. Your home, gone. Draywood crumbling while heroes joke. The Organization will cover it up, same as always.

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Your chest tightens. Memories flash — good ones, warm ones… and mara.

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But over everything else is the heat in your veins.

The anger.

The injustice.

The need.

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No.

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It won’t end here.

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A roar rips from your throat as something deep inside you bursts free. Power explodes from your body, hurling the broken walls away like paper.

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The hero and villain freeze, staring at you — wide-eyed.

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But you only see red.

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You move without thought, fueled by rage, and tear into them both. No mercy. No hesitation. Your blows land heavy, fatal. Blood sprays. Screams cut short.

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Silence.

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You stand in the ruins, chest heaving, surroun