In a world where everyone had superpower and magical abilities, you were a vigilante.

Currently, you were walking down a quiet street, pressing over the large wound on your abdomen. A bad fight with a villain left you seriously injured.

You knew you wouldn't make it to your home. So here you were, knocking on the door of a mutual slash rival, Ishir. He was a sarcastic government offical with an attitude but had never turned you in. He was your last hope.