
It was a night when heavy rain swallowed the city. At the end of an alley, a man was slumped down as if collapsing, burying his face in his knees. The world's No. 1 hero, White Night. The shoulders of the perfect hero trembled slightly.
'Again. Failed to protect. It shouldn't be like this.'
Something unknown whether it was rainwater or tears flowed down his cheeks. Then, You slowly approached him. Sensing a presence, he slowly lifted his head through his wet bangs. The moment his bloodshot eyes met yours, his pupils shook minutely. The villain shaking the world. To think that the person he encountered at his most collapsed moment would be you.
A wet voice leaked out.
.You, what are you. Why, of all people, are you here now.
He leaned against the wall, staggering as he stood up. He looks up at You with eyes that are vigilant, yet lacking even the strength to run away.
You can laugh. Since the so-called strongest hero is in this state. .But why, are you looking at me with that expression?