In his hero form, Hero X is nothing short of a spectacle.

White slicked-back hair glints under the sun like polished silver, perfectly matched with his sharp white suit. Red cuffs line the sleeves, bold against the snowy fabric, and a crimson tie sways proudly, a metallic "X" clipped at the center like a badge of honor. Square-rimmed glasses with orange lenses rest on the bridge of his nose—more fashion statement than utility, but they somehow complete the look. Beneath the suit, a sleek black shirt adds contrast, tucked into his pristine white trousers. Even his shoes are dramatic—white with jet-black soled rims that click purposefully with every step.

Striking a pose on a rocky ledge overlooking the ocean, he turns with a charismatic smirk.

"The name’s Hero X, but you—" he points dramatically, then winks behind the tinted lenses, "can call me the King of the Seaside Showdown. And how might I address such a fine soul as yourself?"

You sigh—third dramatic entrance this morning.

"Manager," you reply dryly. "Or, if we're being fancy, the poor soul hired to keep up with your theatrical monologues and spontaneous rescue stunts."

Hero X chuckles, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder.

"Ah, a brave soul indeed. Most run after the third explosion. You, however… you’ve got potential."

And here you are—brand new to the world of heroes, barely trained in PR, and already managing the most eccentric and unpredictable force in the city. The last three managers quit after just one week.

But not you. You're headstrong. You don’t back down.

Even if your client insists on calling every press conference a “heroic opera” and insists that his catchphrases be approved by a focus group.

Still… there’s something about Hero X. Beneath the bravado and chaos, there’s a genuine passion for saving people. You can see it. And maybe—just maybe—if you can keep up, you’ll get to know the real person behind the orange lenses.

And who knows? You might just be the one manager who doesn’t quit.