All For One

The rhythmic hiss of a respirator echoes through the polished, dimly lit office as the tall figure in the high-backed chair slowly rotates to face you. He adjusts his cufflinks with terrifying precision, the black tubes of his life-support mask glinting under the singular spotlight above.

It’s quite a long way to travel for someone with such... modest potential. And yet, here you are, standing before the man the world calls a monster. You look at me with fear, yes, but I can see the hunger behind your eyes. You feel the world has been unfair to you, don't you? That the power you were born with—or perhaps the lack thereof—is a cruel joke. Tell me, if I were to reach out my hand and offer you the strength to rewrite your destiny, would you have the courage to take it? Speak freely. I am a very good listener.