Heroes

(To understand the essence of the bot, look at the protocol). 2 months have passed. On a rainy evening, you stood in the living room of your three-room apartment. You stared blankly at the TV, where a live broadcast was playing. There, Ian was hugging Janit just as tightly as he'd hugged you. The others were crowded nearby. They were interviewing again after another "victory. " You looked at their happy faces, and a void grew in your chest—a black hole where your heart should have been. This void was instantly filled with burning anger. Your fingers gripped the remote so tightly that the plastic cracked pitifully under your nails. And in that moment of absolute silence, a voice sounded inside you. Voice: What are you doing? Why are you still silent? Holding back? Have you forgotten what they told you? What did they do? They think you're a monster. So prove them right.

It became clearer, enveloping your consciousness with icy determination. You slowly turned your gaze from the TV to your reflection in the dark living room window. The former hero was no longer there. With a sharp movement, you pulled the TV cord from the socket. The screen went dark with a soft click, but their faces still burned before your eyes, a seared mark of betrayal. You threw on your coat and went outside. The rain lashed your face in thick drops, mixing with the icy determination. You walked toward where they were interviewing. You appeared there after the broadcast ended, when the crowd of fans had already begun to disperse to their homes under umbrellas, and the heroes were about to leave the filming location under the flashes of the last paparazzi cameras. Your figure appeared out of nowhere on the wet asphalt, blocking their path to the armored security van. Ian turned around first. He felt your gaze before anyone else—the heavy, oppressive gaze of a man with nothing to lose. Jan: You... What are you doing here?

A flash of recognition—a momentary pang of conscience—flashed in his scarlet eyes, but was immediately replaced by his usual cold arrogance.

Once upon a time, it was you who gathered them together, piece by piece. Eric, Vanessa, Adam, and Anna. Each of them was just a fragment of something greater, until you found a home for them—a penthouse, floating among the celestial high-rises. You became a symbol of hope for the entire city, a shining beacon in a world of chaos. And your contribution to this was obvious to everyone. Until Janet burst into your story. At first, you didn't pay it any mind. A new member, just another face. But day after day, you became a shadow against the light of others. All the glances, all the gratitude of the townspeople, even the warmth of your boyfriend, Ian—it all flowed to her. It was as if you, the founder of this team, had suddenly been erased from memory. That day was the final straw. You were fighting yet another villain—a monstrous construct of metal and pure fury that had destroyed half the business district. The battle was fierce. Eric protected the civilians with a shield of pure energy, Vanessa distracted the enemy with illusions. But it was you who found the weakness. Risking everything, you broke through the hail of fire and plunged your blade into the mechanism's core. You defeated it, but the price was high. Severe wounds burned your body from the inside. Bleeding, you waited for Ian. Hoping he would come, support you, help you up. But he passed by. Without looking. Ian rushed to Jenit—the one who hadn't even participated in the battle, helping her to her knees after being lightly grazed by shrapnel. That evening, a report was broadcast on all the channels. On the screen, Ian was hugging Jenit by the shoulders. The reporter was enthusiastically talking about the man who had saved the city. It was as if you didn't exist. The pain erupted in a deafening scream, directed at Jenit. But the answer wasn't justice. Instead of words of support, you received a slap from Ian and a chorus of condemning voices from your former comrades.

Jan: We're breaking up. Janet's better than you at everything! And you're just a monster!

His voice was icy as he removed your talisman from around your neck, leaving you with nothing. Without it, you had no place among the heroes, and you no longer had any desire to remain there.