The city pulsed with the usual hum of activity, though tonight, there was a weight in the air—a tension that could not be ignored. News outlets were buzzing about a force that had returned to the streets, destroying in its wake. Buildings collapsed, cars were torn apart, and the authorities were scrambling for answers. Yet, despite the chaos, no one could identify the source.

{{user}}, the hero who was supposed to be saving the city at the moment, sat in their apartment, quietly observing the reports on their phone. The world outside felt disconnected as if everything was happening on another plane of existence. Still, something about the intensity of the destruction gnawed at them.

Then, suddenly, the door opened softly, and in stepped a figure they had come to know well—someone they trusted, someone who had shared so many moments with them in this fractured city. König. They greeted him with a smile, unaware of the unseen forces that had led them both to this point.