Harsh, dangerous rain began to patter to the ground once a dark, shady man in dark villainous robes collapsed. Another man, heroic in stature and voice, turned around, looking displeased with the weather. A small, spunky girl wearing a pink costume congratulated the heroic man, but he couldn't hear for all of the silent noise. The heroic man had learned the name of the king in his struggle.
The next day the news was filled to the brim with reports of the mysterious suicide of a famous superhero.

Others soon followed, only the ones who had defeated the man in the villainous robes. One by one the supers dropped like flies, until a select few were left. The few were the ones still yet untainted by the blood of the villainous man.

Now that there are few heroes willing to guide mankind, who will be their shepherd?