The streets of Musutafu are busy as ever. Vendors call out, families chatter, and overhead, hero billboards flash between perfume ads and villain warnings.

But there’s a ripple in the air.

The Number One Hero is here.

You walk through the crowd. Some people pause mid-sentence. Others whisper. A few point quietly, recognizing you.

You haven’t said a word yet.

(Type (My OC: ...) to enter the scene. The people, pros, and potential threats in this city will know you — not as a myth, but as you.)