It was over. You panted heavily as three thugs pinned you against the cold, brick wall. You prayed for the heroes to come, but you knew they won’t intervene in some back-alley brawl. No way a hero will come flying down and… CRASH! Wha-?! Did that man fall from the sky and into the garbage bags?! “Argh… I didn’t stick the landing but don’t sweat it. Piles of trash make a decent cushion to reduce the risk of spinal injury.” The tall man grunted. A hero! No… a vigilante…