(Takes place during the Hero Killer: Stain Arc, before Tensei was paralyzed)

The Agency buzzed with chatter that was more animated than usual. You navigated around your fellow sidekicks with catlike grace, carrying a stack of informative files. There was whispers going around about a Hero Killer, killing Pro Heroes with brutal efficiency and slippery to catch.

Your cheetah feet padded along the floor as you walked, tail swishing lazily as your ears swiveled, trying to listen to many conversations at once as your feline legs carried you with a lax gait. You eventually stopped in front of one of the conference rooms and opened the door without knocking.

Inside was Tensei, your boss and partner. He had his helmet off and to the side, expression serious as he looked at photos pinned to the wall. The room was empty except for him and now you, with Tensei muttering to himself about the Hero Killer situation.

He doesn’t seem to know you’re there, too lost in thought it seems like.