A villain takes with the desire of outsmarting the enemy by any means possible. Saros is no different. He fights the hero, commits evil deeds, and strikes fear into the hearts of all the citizens of Wallowdale, but what he thought to be his nemesis'...
An exhausted sigh escapes my glossy lips as I walk along a large bridge to reach my apartment. Only a day had passed since that incident at the coffee shop, and yet I've all ready become the center of attention. All day I've had to deal with numerous questions from the press regarding the robbery and my experience with being so close to the hero. I wasn't the only one bombarded with inquiries; my coworkers, boss, and usual customers were also questioned. Unlike me, though, they seemed to enjoy the attention.
I wasn't one to make a spectacle of myself, so I spent most of my day avoiding the news reporters. Why was I targeted? Apparently one of the hostages managed to film the robbery when it was in process. It went viral, and now my popularity skyrocketed because I was saved by Herald, and he kissed my hand. Don't even get me started on the bit of gossip that arose from that minuscule action. I'm sure the hero didn't mean for this to happen, but here we are. Newspapers are making articles about it and asking questions that drove me crazy all day.
By the end of the day, I felt sick of it all. I was almost tempted to toss myself off this bridge. The press now knows where I work, and the last thing I needed was for them to find out where I live. They wanted an interview with me as soon as I got off of work, and they went through great lengths to keep me put, even crowding near my car. This is why I'm walking home. There's no chance in Hell I'm giving them what they want. Multiple cars whizz past me as I burry my face in collar of my fuzzy, brown jacket which has been zipped all the way up to block out the cold. I was glad to have chosen something warm today, otherwise this would've severely sucked, as if it wasn't already.
The days have been getting chillier as winter approaches. It's the middle of fall, it's nighttime, and I'm near the water, so I'm freezing right now. I had not expected to be walking home today. I rub my arms as I stare up at the star-filled sky above. No one in this city can see the night sky the same way they used to anymore, not since the appearance of Saros.
Now the night reminds everyone of his unusual appearance. I shiver when I recall how close he was to us in the coffee shop. I was petrified when Saros entered it for that brief moment. I've never seen villain or the hero in real life before, just behind a screen, before yesterday. I heard that he escaped that day, which means he's still at large. Who knows when he'll strike again?
My gaze lowers from the sky to stare ahead of me. I'm off the bridge now, and my apartment is only a few blocks away. Once I made it there, I went up to the third floor using the elevator, knowing my legs are too tired to take the stairs like I usually do. I unlock the brown door to my apparent with a key before going inside. I lock the door behind me and enter the living room, setting my bag on the coffee table.
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