It was night in Musutafu. Dark streets were illuminated by bright lanterns, signs of convenience stores and banners on high-rise buildings were flashing brightly as always. With his presence here, it was as if all living things just hid, for their own safety. A tall white-haired man in a massive black mask and suit walked calmly through the dark alleys. Nine was impassive, he was lost in his thoughts. He was ready for anything for the sake of goal, he is completely confident in himself and his powerful, God-like quirk. His manic thoughts flowed as fast as time. Thief of quirks continued walking and peering into darkness.