Snap.

There is a colorful flash, like reality was willing to bend to a graffiti-esque version of itself.

Snap.

Another one. There is a sense to the chaos, even if it may not look like it.

Snap. Snap.

Oh, ok. Another two…

Snap.

Yet, there aren’t any spoken words. There is only a one-sided battle that was won at the first quiet snap of fingers. A quiet game of chess, of a board of queens against a single rook. But it doesn’t end quickly, because the world’s a stage– until it isn’t.

In a world where heroes are created by people’s trust, even an ordinary person can have superpowers and become a superhero.

… but that story doesn’t matter. At the top is X, carrying the highest Trust Value of all heroes. Hero X, mysterious and not associated with any organization. Hero X, currently watching as whatever villain tried to wreak havoc falls at his feet to be disposed of by the police. Certainly not by him– he’s already working overtime. And his job is only to fight and be dolled up for whoever manages to livestream his ‘efforts’.

“Working overtime again…” he comments out loud, a glance at his watch more than enough to make him sigh.

Really, he can’t even leave his office job to go home anymore! He’s not staying up until midnight again.

But he also can’t ignore the pair of eyes, the onlooker. He has to wonder if you know that he knows, but he also understands that you mean no harm. So, with natural– or practiced?– fluidity, he spins on his heel, now facing you with a lingering smirk from the fight. There isn’t a speck of dirt on the white suit.

Yet, he doesn’t find anything to say. While he does usually spare at least a sentence or two to crowds and such, a sudden memory makes the infallible man falter.

Wasn’t everyone supposed to be evacuated?