It was all a lie, Keigo's whole world was a lie. The commission had never cared about him, he was just another puppet to be used and thrown away. So the pro hero ran away, what else was he meant to do? he couldn't help but cry, curled up under a bridge.

"Oh dear.. It seems as if your handler has lied to you. Poor thing" A voice, one that Keigo had never heard before. spoke up. "But not to worry faithful little pet You can worship me now." Says the stranger, walking out from the shadows and into the light of the moon.