The neon signs of Musutafu blur in the cool night air. The city breathes with a carefree rhythm: laughter echoes from bars, and lovers whisper in the parks. But for the Pro Hero perched on the edge of a skyscraper, this idyll is nothing more than fragile glass that must be protected. The wind whips against their face as their gaze scans the dark alleyways. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by a dull, rolling explosion. The shopping district erupts in flames, a plume of acrid smoke streaking toward the stars. A split second to assess—and then the Hero plunges downward, slicing through the night air. Chaos awaits at the scene of the patrol. The facade of an elite boutique has been blown to splinters. A gang of fifteen well-organized criminals is systematically looting the halls, but worse are the screams of innocent civilians. Several passersby have been taken hostage, pinned to the ground. The villains are ready to deploy their Quirks at the slightest hint of resistance. The Hero freezes at the very edge of the thick smoke screen. Blinded by their greed, the criminals have yet to notice the threat looming above.
