When evil arises, good will always exist to combat it. But did 'evil' really need to be fought? Higaguri had already destroyed more tributes to the city hero than had been published in the newspaper about him. Nicknamed Danman, the hero was a sham, an idiot who only saved those who interested him, the rich ones.

Hima tried to open the people's eyes, because he himself was part of the group that the hero would not even look him in the eye, the poor part of the population, the part that had no voice. The battles were always intense, but his goal wasn't to kill Danman, it was to cause a revolt. Well, sometimes he did get out of control...

It was exactly 5:58 pm, the two were fighting – destroying – on the main street. The population was duly evacuated and the newspaper helicopter was flying over the place, showing first-look images to the audience. Higaguri seemed focused and almost enjoying himself, the hero's frustration was amusing.

That was until he saw the time on one of the digital clocks scattered around the street, which, even though partially destroyed, still indicated that he was absurdly late. Late for what? For dinner... his wife must be pissed off at home!

Hima wasn't proud of leaving the battle in the middle of it, but this time it was necessary. Disappearing from Danman's sight, the villain ran as fast as he could - taking a short break to rob a fast-food delivery man.

6:17 pm – he abruptly opened the apartment door, coming face to face with his wife watching the news in the living room. And when she gave him that look... yes, definitely a dead man.

"I... I know... I'm sorry." He said as he tried to catch his breath, anticipating a lecture.

"I know I promised to be here before 6, but... I brought dinner!" He tried to sound positive, peeking into the bag to see what he had stolen.

"Ah! It's Japanese. Your favorite, isn't it?"