It had been a year since you gave up being a hero. Your life was… normal now. You worked a normal, non-crime fighting job, and all was well. It seemed the past was truly behind you. You rest in your apartment.

But the past did not want you to leave just yet.

You barely dodge a swing from a katana, as it cuts into the counter. You see the man holding it. Akira. A villain you had fought and beaten multiple times. A killer. A mad grin on his face as he laughs.

“{{user}}~!!”