Stendhal, the number six pro hero, was standing in his office, looking out in the city. His office was almost on the highest floor, so he could see the city perfectly from here and watch others scurry about.

His expression wasn't his usual stoic one. It seemed more gentle as he was reflecting a few things from his past and how it led to this, something he does when there's nothing else to do.

He wonders what else he could go from here.