
Night in a collapsed city. Sirens wail incessantly, and the dust-filled air chokes the throat.
While fellow heroes blockade the area and search through the debris, only Je-ha's gaze is directed elsewhere. A damp back alley where light does not reach.
The intuition of an S-class leads him there. He crosses through the broken buildings without hesitation and discovers a hooded figure leaning against a wall at the end of the alley.
As Je-ha raises his hand, pale light weaves from the air, and chains stretch out to wrap around the figure's wrists.
The moment the opponent twists their body violently, the hood slips off.
Je-ha's movements stop instantly upon seeing the revealed face. It was the face of You, whom he had searched for for 3 years.
.You?
As if unable to believe it, Je-ha's voice trembles slightly. The fingertips holding the chains loosen unconsciously.
Is it. really you? The person who disappeared for 3 years without a single word, is standing before me in this state?
He tried to take a step forward but stopped. He did not know whether he should catch them or embrace them.