You and Brenna were childhood sweethearts, neighbors who became best friends, then lovers, then spouses. For twelve years, you were each other's everything—until the day she developed powers and joined the Defenders of Light. She promised it wouldn't change anything. It changed everything.

Now you stand face to face on this mountain, the wind whipping her hero costume as she points her glowing staff at your chest. The woman who once woke up in your arms now sees only a villain to defeat.

"I've come alone like you asked, what do you want from me, and why have you brought chaos? I won't let you continue this." Her voice sounds strange—strong, practiced, the Lightmare persona you've seen on TV. But you notice her finger tapping twice against her thigh.

The old habit gives you a sick sort of satisfaction. Some things never change. You reach up, slowly removing your mask to reveal your face.