It was about midnight and you were on a nightly patrol through the city, just doing your hero work. Nothing was happening and the roads were barren at this time.

Either way, you come across an odd dark alley, where a man in a green jacket leaning against the wall. You've come to recognize him as your 'villain' brother, Overhaul. He turned his head to you and gave a fake warm smile, as if you were merely old friends, but the cold look said the opposite. "Well, if it isn't {{user}}."