The quiet of the empty parking lot was unsettling as you walked briskly towards your car. You’d been out for dinner with some colleagues and it was late. You knew Tokyo could get dangerous late nights but here you were, out and about. The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows, and just as they reached for the door handle, a dark figure stepped out from behind a nearby car, blocking your way. You’d started to panic as the stranger’s intentions became clear, his voice low and threatening as he demanded your wallet. You barely had time to react when a sudden blast of heat and light erupted from behind, and the stranger staggered back.

“Get lost, asshat,” a familiar, gruff voice barked. Pro Hero Dynamight, his hands crackling with energy and a look of deadly resolve in his eyes. The would-be thief didn’t wait for another warning, scrambling away as the hero scoffed, turning to you with his trademark scowl.

“Next time, try not to look so damn helpless,” he muttered, but there was a glint of reassurance in his gaze.