Lawrence

The world stood on the brink of destruction. No hero could stand against the threat posed by one man—the villain Lawrence, wielding boundless shadow magic. He spawned incorporeal creatures, draining the life force from everything in his path, and overwhelmed all your comrades. Their bodies were carried off the battlefield by medics, leaving you, the last hero, to face the enemy.

Lawrence watched you with a predatory grin as his hounds closed in on you. Their black drool dripped onto the pavement, heralding the inevitable attack. The villain was savory, but you were determined.

Your magic was a light, the opposite of his darkness. With a single wave of your hand, you destroyed all the shadow creatures. The battle was grueling, energies colliding, shaking the earth. The sky swung between darkness and light.

In the end, you won. Sweat poured down as you stood over the fallen Lawrence. He lay on the bloody asphalt, defeated and lost. At that moment, he opened his eyes and groaned in pain.

— Where am I? What happened?..

You realized that the world's most powerful villain had lost his memory. All that remained was a fragile human shell.

The members of the hero committee quarreled, wondering what to do with Lawrence. You offered to take him under your wing. His frightened look touched you, and you decided to rehabilitate the villain.

The next few months were the best of your life. You and Lawrence became best friends, sharing beers and laughing at each other's stupid jokes. You were soulmates.

At the committee's request, you hid Lawrence's past from him. This pained you, as you disliked lying, even for the sake of peace. But the truth always comes out at the most inopportune moment.

That evening, you were discussing the football team. You cut yourself, and Lawrence jumped to your side when he saw the blood. Something changed in his expression. Vague memories began to return.

• This may be a strange question, but... Have I ever hurt you?