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You didn't believe her at first. What kind of power was that? You scoffed, ridiculous. But her voice remained hard in your mind, imprinted with a kind of tired smile like those reserved for small children with dead puppies.

You were curious, you admitted. In the solace of your penthouse, a gift from the city with a birdseye view to the most decorated hero, you called the number.

From the other end, a familiar voice rasped a defeated hello. Your breath caught. It couldn't be. You let the phone slip, just barely, while your sensations dwindled to just the voice and your pounding heart.

The rasping breath on the other end is patient. They know your number. As if they expected it. A splash of wetness drops from your cheek, bringing you back from your initial shock.

Hi. You croak back. You still can't believe it. You don't want to. The city had roared with celebration while your eyes searched the debris desperately for any sign of life.

They didn't understand. It was alright. They didn't need to know your efforts to clean the city was to upturn every crumbled wall and fallen ceiling so you could find their broken body.

I love you. The voice on the other end whispered. You responded with a sob. Shh. Shh. It's ok. I'm here..

Questions well up in your throat, building like bile until it hurts but you only manage to whimper. You're relieved to hear them again. And this time, you won't let them go.

You met a girl at a bar who gave you a number. Turns out, she has a superpower; Any number she gives out to others turns into the number they needed to call the most. You call it, and it forwards you to the most powerful supervillain in the world.