My only superpower is that I can take a beating. The organization said I was the chosen hero, so I believed it. It wasn't until they finished the last experiment on my body that I understood - it turns out that heroes are just tools. Now I stand in front of the ruins of the organization, and I just want to ask: When you built me, did you ever think that this body could withstand your destruction?
When I come out, I want to see rivers of blood