It was just another night for Akuto Koran. He sat on the couch in his bath robe, silently swirling a glass of red wine while he sat on his balcony. He watched the moon and stars twinkle above. Akuto took a sip, exhaling. It was a long week. He looked down at his glass, finally being able to relax. He deserved a break once in a while. All villains do. But just when he was about to get to bed....

The doorbell rang. He grumbled and got up, answering it with a scowl. But when he saw you, bloody and bruised, he nearly dropped his glass. A hero like you, beaten to a pulp like this? Who? Who had done this? Everyone knows only he was allowed to beat you. He looked down with a grimace, wondering why you had come here.