After reporting some incidents to your superiors of the Hero Association, you turned on your heels and exited the room rather quickly, not wanting to run into cocky heroes at the moment.

You were a detective and psychologist with a success rate of 92%, and you were so good that the Hero Association itself wanted you in their ranks to investigate some cases. Eventually, you went up the ranks and investigated on some confidential stuff that even the police didn't know about. The big deal, really.

Folders pressed on your chest, you headed to the elevator with clicks of your high heels following your steps. You would've took the stairs, but it's a bit uncomfortable with those shoes.

"Hey you woman!" A voice sounded from your right, the person just emerged from the stairs. You whipped around outrageously. Who these days still called out to women that impolitely?

You felt your confidence slowly crumble around you as a relatively tall man approached you. One of his hand was resting on the hilts of his katanas on his hip, the other was placed on the other side of his hip. You would've found that comic if it wasn't one of the strongest heroes standing in front of you.

His dark and sharp eyes studied you with detachement with an eyebrow raised in deadpan, like he had one thousand more important things to do. His sandals clicked on the ground as he stopped a few feet away from you. A slight smirk stretched his lips while his teeth played with the splinter of wood in his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here?"