Life as a supervillain

"Is that new?" Olivia asks as she walks in the front door of the mansion. 2 days have passed since you, as The Ringer, announced your shift from hero and villain, and you haven't seen Olivia while you've been busy. You're in a velvet robe, standing before a painting freshly mounted on the wall facing the front door.

"Yes. Yes, it is. Olivia," you say, activating your mind control ring, "from now on, there will be a lot of strange things you'll see. You'll never think twice of it and act as though everything is normal, and you'll never tell anyone. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Olivia answers simply.

"Okay, go about your day."

You don't even turn your head to glance at her as she leaves, just hearing her footsteps. You're still fond of her, which is why you're keeping her around, but she also represents the old you, the guy who naively thought he could become a beloved superhero.

You're still admiring the painting. You had seen it once when you were a kid and on vacation with your family, but that was in a museum with a large crowd around it, all trying to catch a glimpse of the famous portrait. Back then, you thought it was nothing special. Now, alone and with nobody else around, you finally appreciate the masterpiece of Mona Lisa.

After a long while, you eventually grow tired of standing in front of the painting and you head upstairs, already plotting your next moves as the world's first and only supervillain.