Dark side

For the first time in days, you actually get dressed instead of just walk around the mansion in your underwear, and you go downstairs where you catch Olivia about to step out of the door. Since you've fallen into your depressive state, you've barely spoken to her, though it doesn't bother her. Based on your agreement and mind control instructions, everything appears normal to her, whether or not you interact with her. At least she has been stocking the kitchen for 2, so you've not starved.

"Hey Olivia," you say.

"Hey! I'm just about to head out and meet some friends."

"Cool."

Then, just as Olivia reaches for the door, you speak again. "Hey, hold on a sec," you say, and Olivia pauses, looking at you curiously. "What... what you do think about this Ringer guy in the news?" you ask.

Olivia looks up at the ceiling and thinks about her response for a couple of seconds before she speaks. "Hmm... well, he showed up suddenly and seemed to be helping people with superpowers or something, then he let the terrorist attack happen. I guess it's like what everyone is saying. What's the point of having a superhero when he can't save everyone or even appear super? I mean, that's the main part of the job, right? And then he just disappears and-"

"Shut up!" you snap, startling Olivia. Looking at the horrified expression on her face, you realize you messed up and quickly activate your mind control ring. "Forget that I just yelled at you. And forget this conversation. Go about your day," you command Olivia before turning off the abilities of your ring. With that, Olivia shrugs and leaves the mansion.

Once she's gone, you go online to check the news and commentary available. Just like Olivia said, it appears that the prevalent feeling is that The Ringer is no hero and with nobody else yet to blame for the explosion at the police station, you've become the scapegoat. Frustrated, you threw your laptop across the den. It smashes into the wall and falls to the floor with the screen cracked and bent.

"Screw this," you say to nobody in particular. "If they don't want a hero, then I guess I'll be a villain then," you declare solemnly.