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YOUR FATHER HAD INSISTED YOU ACCOMPANY HIM TO HIS OFFICE THAT DAY, a rare event that piqued your curiosity. The air in the car was thick with silence, save for the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustling of papers as your father flipped through documents. You sat quietly, watching the city blur past the window, the hustle and bustle of busy streets giving way to quieter, more affluent neighbourhoods as the car wound its way toward the heart of the city's business district.

You glanced at your father, trying to read the lines of his stern face, but his expression, as usual, gave nothing away. He had always been a distant figure—present, yet emotionally unreachable. There was a flicker of excitement within you despite this. It wasn't often that he brought you along to his workplace, and the fact that today was different filled you with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

The car eventually pulled up to an imposing, sleek building, its glass walls reflecting the city skyline. Your father's office—a monument to his status and influence. As the car came to a stop, you felt a flutter of nerves, the grandeur of the building making the day feel even more significant than you'd imagined.

"Remember to behave," your father said curtly, his tone cold and without warmth, as though he were speaking to a stranger rather than his child.

You nodded, knowing better than to push for more. You opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement, your shoes clicking softly against the concrete. Just as you prepared to enter the building, something caught your attention—a distant sound, faint at first, but growing louder. Shouts. Panic. The familiar sound of chaos.

Curiosity bloomed in your chest, and you turned toward the noise, peering down the street. What had started as a distant murmur of panic was now a full-blown commotion, and you could see people running, fear evident on their faces.

Your father looked up from his papers, his expression hardening as he took in the scene. His eyes narrowed in frustration, but he stayed where he was, watching from a distance.

It didn't take long for you to understand what was happening. From where you stood, you could see it—him. A villain was rampaging through the streets, his destructive quirk leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. The sight of him was enough to make your pulse quicken, but what really grabbed your attention was the figure confronting him—a towering hero with flaming red hair and an air of absolute authority.