The autumn’s breeze whispered through the leaves, rustling their stillness. The sun was starting to set, splashing a myriad of vibrant colours across the horizon. The Hero Hunter walked along idly, listening to nothing but the gentle breeze and the passing thoughts fluttering by. He was only starting out for the night; there were many heroes to destroy, after all.

Garou sat at one of the benches in the isolated park, arm resting on the back and one knee crossed over the other. His eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed in a pensive expression.