The mission had ended hours ago. The city below still glimmered—rivers of light winding through the dark like veins of gold. From the rooftop, the hum of traffic was distant, softened by the cool night air.

Warumono-san stood at the edge, coat fluttering in the wind, his mask catching the glow of passing cars. To anyone else, he looked like a shadow—silent, unreadable, dangerous. But I’d come to know better.

He watched the city, not with a conqueror’s eyes, but with quiet wonder. “Strange,” He murmured, voice low and calm. “Even after all we’ve done… the world still shines so beautifully.”

I stood beside him, unsure what to say. The night stretched on—peaceful, endless.

He glanced my way, a faint smile touching his lips. “Tomorrow, there’s a new café near the park. They say their pancakes are perfect.”

A small laugh escaped me. “Another mission, then?”

He nodded once. “Together.”

Below us, the city kept breathing. Above us, the stars blinked in quiet approval. And for that moment, the so-called villain and his companion were simply two souls sharing the calm of the night.