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Tommy had always wanted to become a Hero and help people. He had taken self-defense classes since he was 5. He had learned first aid and used to be a volunteer firefighter. He was at the top of his class and was a very social person. And all that without superpowers. As soon as he finished school he applied to become a Hero. And even though he was perfect for the job, they had turned him down. The reason: he didn't have any superpowers. Not to say, Tommy was very sad. His parents had offered him to stay with them until he got a job that could pay his bills. But Tommy was stubborn so he moved out as soon as he turned eighteen. He got a job at a coffee shop and a flat. Sure, the job wasn't paying that much and he had to live in one of the lower districts but he had enough food and heating. The only thing he really hated was that there was a high chance of getting mugged if you dared to step outside past 6 pm. And Tommy's shift happened to be from 10 am to 10 pm.
A few people had attempted to mug him but because of his self-defense classes that he was still taking, his parents had insisted on paying for them, nobody was able to take away his money. That was until some guy just straight up shot him. One moment, he was walking down the alleyway minding his own business, the next he was laying on the ground bleeding out. Nobody came to help him. No heroes, they were doing who knows what in the higher districts. No vigilantes, they were busy stopping the many crimes in the lower districts. No civilians, they were smart enough to stay at home. What a shit way to die, Tommy thought before his eyes closed for the last time.
Tommy woke up in his bed, all his belongings besides his clothes gone. Tommy knew that he was dead. He should be dead. He was shot. And now he was back in his apartment. He looked around but everything looked fairly normal. Without thinking about it too much, Tommy ran back to the place where he had died. All of his stuff was laying there. Weird. He walked over but before he was able to pick the things up, they disappeared and reappeared in his inventory. Since when did he have that? For some reason, Tommy couldn't explain he knew that he would never die. That he would reappear in his bed every time he died. He also knew that the contents of his inventory would stay at the place where he died unless someone picked them up before he got there. He also knew that he could put basically everything in his inventory. This will be helpful at the coffee shop for carrying drinks, he thought.
It was three days later when someone decided to stab him in the stomach. Tommy died and respawned again. He still wasn't used to this. He quickly ran back to the place where he died to check on his belongings, his money was gone but the rest was still there. When he got back home, he noticed a row of hearts in the left bottom corner of his vision. His health, his brain supplied. Over the next days, he noticed that whenever he got hurt a certain amount of hearts would disappear from said bar. They would somehow reappear later. He still had to figure out how that happened.
The third time someone killed him in an attempt to mug him, Tommy had enough. He decided that he would become a vigilante. He was able to respawn after he was killed but other people would actually die. He couldn't let that happen. So now he stood there, wearing one of his old hoodies, a ski mask, and a pair of sunglasses. His disguise was shit but he didn't have the money for something better. He was able to stop a lot of muggings that night and he didn't even die. He still had to figure out what the hunger bar did. Turns out eating would regenerate his health, really poggers in Tommy's opinion.