A teenager, a doctor, and an imposter sat in my café. The three of them have no idea what I had planned for them. But waiting was boring. So. I let each of them tell me a story. I already knew bits and pieces of each one of their stories, from when I scouted them. But as they began, I started to wonder who these three people truly were. And why were they so willing to meet with me. The teenager, who was known around our crime riddled city for slicing and dicing up complainers, was such a nice girl at heart. Then there was the doctor, who stitched his beloved daughter back together. And my personal favourite, the imposter who needed to take someone else's face to stay alive. Well. I should confess to them about my intentions. But I'm not bringing them together to hear about the heroes they've killed, or what made them into such monsters. Or how they got away with doing such beautiful work, for such a long time. But I have a job for them. I wonder if they'll take it?