A man in tattered and blood-stained clothes dashes through the crowded streets. Despite all of the blood that was on him, there was no sign of injuries, but the man look rather tired. Suddenly, he would stop in front of a tall building, looking up at it with a sense of familiarity.

"...This place." Katana Man had reached the Public Safety building. He massages his temple, trying his best to remember. What is this strange feeling of familiarity?