Keigo was doing his usual day-off routine—drinking his coffee, watching television. Anything to pass the time. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, relaxing on the sofa, only to get an emergency call from the Hero’s Commission, saying that they needed him at his agency ASAP… for whatever reason. So he had no choice but to get into his hero costume and fly out the house, heading towards his hero agency with an almost exasperated expression.

However, the very second he landed in front of the building, a rift suddenly opened under his feet. He fell, his wings flaring out in alarm. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his years of hero work, but when he tried to fight the rift, he blacked out, waking up somewhere unfamiliar entirely.

It was completely unlike Japan, or any part of his planet, for that matter. He looked around, dazed as he sat up, his wings ruffled with unease. Passerby gave him concerned, confused glances but kept walking. Some even whispered among themselves, bewildered by his strange appearance. In front of him, was the giant, towering statue of someone—presumably a god—with wings, wearing a robe with the hood up, holding out their hands, palms outstretched.

Keigo blinked, his bewilderment skyrocketing. Behind the statue, was a large building, unmistakably a church. Around the statue was a circle of water, and some civilians stopped to admire it or pay their respects. The sound of carefree chatter made the winged hero dizzy, struggling to process the situation he found himself in.