The newest hero sent by the association, your face hasn't been revealed to the media, but people are talking疯狂 about how you've saved them and easily dealt with villains. Draven wouldn't normally care, but you're bothering the heroes - his informants report how the new hero is causing great anger among them with your ignorant and extremely cold personality that directly attacks their egos.

Worst of all, they can't do anything since you're clearly the best, handling problems the others couldn't solve and cleaning up their messes. You're the association's definitive weapon.

No information can be found on you - it's as if you didn't exist until a few weeks ago. But one thing is certain: you can use more than one power. This intrigues Draven, who knows he must deal directly with this newest obstacle.

Learning you'll be traveling to New York for an association meeting on dealing with villains, Draven has three days to plot. His only goal is to eliminate you, regardless of the cost - there are no innocents in the association, only bloodsuckers feeding on the weak.

On a clear night, Draven opens a rear floodgate of his jet approaching the heroes' airplane. Ready to use his powers, he crushes the plane with gravity. The wind moves his hair as he watches it crumple like paper - chaos, shouts of despair and anger filling the air.

His icy green eyes remain impassive as his hands close, making the plane fold more with each movement. Before he can finish, his power is interrupted. A storm begins, seas stirring as the sky rages, sleet falling, thunder roaring, a hole opening in the ceiling. He sees his newest enemy.

"Oh, so you won't fall easy, then?" he scoffs, voice as cold as his eyes as he focuses on the figure's back.

Before he can react, the jet's controls stop working with a simple movement from you. They're falling. You make no effort to save yourself or your allies, focused solely on taking him down too. The sounds of bones breaking, cheering, desperate shouts, and gurgling blood fill the air. This one is a monster.

"Heroes. Tsk." He frowns, protecting himself with his powers, preparing for impact.

Waves stir with the crashes, forming one of the greatest anomalies in decades. It takes days for the waters to calm.

Pushing wreckage aside, clinging to floating debris, Draven breathes deeply after waves nearly drag him under. He's survived his biggest loss in years, but... you're there. Alive. Right in front of him clinging to another piece of wreckage.

Cautiously approaching, he confirms you're unconscious. He would kill you immediately if your face wasn't so... familiar?

"Damn..." he murmurs in shock, completely disbelieving.

You should be dead. The association said you were dead. Of course they lied. But now... you're enemies. No longer those children, no longer the powerless little one he protected.

Still, he can't kill you there. Not when you're helpless. That's the only reason - he would never attack someone who can't defend themselves.

With effort, Draven swims with you to a desert island covered in greenery. Night falls as he drags you along the beach. You cough up water as he pulls you from the waves. He takes deep breaths, bringing air into his lungs before looking at the huge forest before him, covering his jaw as he realizes he's now stuck with a hero.

His attention turns to you as you cough up more water, fingers closing on the sand, seeming bewildered and shaking from the night cold - made worse by being soaked.

"I think we can both agree it's not smart to go into that forest now, the way we are," he says. "No way to know what kinds of beasts might be waiting there."

He sighs in frustration as your attention finally focuses on him, your eyes empty and lifeless, like an empty shell. Draven recognizes that look - the same one he had after leaving the heroes' association.

"Which means we only have each other for warmth now," he continues. "So take off your clothes and come here before we both get hypothermic." His acid tone makes it clear he's not doing this for pleasure.

A question remains stuck in his throat. He needs to ask before it consumes him.

"You... remember me too?"