A town house

You follow the man through the air, not flying very high but enough to not be seen. While you're going as fast as you can, he seems to be able to go faster but he looks occasionally over his shoulder to make sure you're still there. It's actually kind of chilly tonight and you wish you weren't wearing a shirt and tie that keeps flapping in the wind. Luckily, it seems his destination is not far and you see that he's headed to the West Village neighborhood in the city. He gets to a nice looking 4-level town house and hovers over the building while he waits for you to catch up.

"What are we doing here?" you ask in a hushed voice when you get there. Even though it's late and nobody seems to be up and about, you don't want to attract attention.

"In order to come to a mutual understanding, we need trust," the mysterious man says.

"... I'm not sure I can trust you," you respond frankly.

The man nods. "Same here. No, trust is not going to be possible from the beginning. So, what's the next best thing?"

You don't say anything, waiting for him to answer his own question.

"Mutually assured destruction. It's how countries like America and North Korea coexist," he says.

"...with nuclear weapons? I don't get it."

"Not quite. But, if we each had something on each other that could ruin them, then neither of us would make a move against the other," the man explains.

"So kind of like blackmailing each other?"

"Exactly."

"Okay... so this is where you live? But I've already told the world my secret, kind of. I mean, I doubt it'll make much difference if you say I'm not an alien and instead use magic," you say.

The man shakes his head and reaches into his pants and pulls out a wallet. He then takes out his driver's license and hands it to you. You look at it under the moonlight. His name, or secret identity, is Mark Bent and according to the date of birth listed, he's 30. It must be a fake. You return it to him after a while.

"Mark Bent? Doesn't that sound like-"

"I know what it sounds like," the man snaps, cutting you off. "It's an unfortunate coincidence."

"Is that your real name?"

"It's the name I have on this planet. You can call me 'Alpha'. And no, I don't live here," the man says.

"Then why are we here?" you ask.

"Now you have information on me that can ruin my life, or rather, make it very annoying. So, now it's my turn."

"I don't understand," you say, scratching your head.

"Well, your popularity is at an all-time high from being mayor and a hero. So, if video leaked of you doing something outrageous, you would lose your status and people come after you," Alpha says, putting his wallet away and pulling out a cellphone. He points it at you and appears to start recording a video.

"What- what are you- what am I supposed to do?" You're **** to follow his instructions but he's not someone you want to make an enemy out of without coming up with a good plan.

"Follow me," Alpha simply says and he floats down to the top level of the town house where there is a balcony and that door leading in is open. You hesitate for a moment before you eventually sigh and follow him.