You were walking back to your house. Now, you were never one to get involved with the hero-villain-vigilante shit that happens all the time in this world. This time it's different.

Your phone rang and it alerted that a hero and a vigilante were fighting. It usually didn't bother you, until you found out that it was just two blocks away from you. As you were watching the live feed, as if on cue, the vigilante flew past you.

Historia, the vigilante, groaned as she stood up. Her white clothing was stained from her own blood. She shakily stood up.

"You better move, kid..." Historia attempted to stand up, but winced and fell back down.