“No, we don’t know your real identity,” Myster interrupted me. “Dennis only gave us your neighborhood, but did not specify which house you live in. It made searching for clues about ZZZ hard, but even if we’d known where you live, it wouldn’t have helped us, given how good ZZZ is at covering his tracks.”
I sighed in relief. The rules about keeping your identity a secret were extremely strict. I’d once heard a story about a sidekick who had lost his license after his girlfriend stumbled upon his costume in his closet and took a picture of it and accidentally uploaded it to a private social media account that only her family had access to. Even other superheroes and sidekicks weren’t allowed to know my identity, that’s how strict the rules were.
“So if we’re not looking for ZZZ today, what
