Valenciavein - Untitled

Villain hated winter. The snow, the cold. Everything was so white and bright and... clear. They hated it.

Yet they are still here. In the knee-deep snow. Looking for the Hero. And they don't really know why.

The Villain haven't seen them in a few days. They started to worry when they didn't come when they blew up a building. They usually do. But not this time.

Villain hated to admit, but (if only a little) they cared for the Hero. Their Hero...

They didn't want them to get hurt. Not if by someone else.

So they were out in the cold forest almost for hours to find that idiot. Their idiot...

The villain got more and more annoyed and cold with every second. They were thinking about going home and letting the Hero be wherever they are.

Suddenly they blood froze. And not from the cold.

They see bloody tracks in the knee-deep snow in front of them. Their worst guesses are confirmed as they follow the tracks.

A few meters away, they see the Hero's body. Covered with deep wounds and blood. They don't move, not even wince when Villain squats down next to them.

This can't be real... This can't happen...

The Villain's heart sinks as he turns the Hero on his back to get a better look at the wounds. Their first thought is to help them. To embrace them. To take them home. To tend to their wounds. To take care of them.

So they carefully reach under them and lift them up, being careful not to cause pain. As the Hero's body twitches from their touch, a huge, unstoppable, pure rage overwhelms them. They want to know who did this. A name, an address, anything information about that bastard that dared to hurt the Hero. Their Hero...