Sitting on this rooftop, rain dripping off the barrel of my rifle, I watch the city breathe beneath me-corrupt, broken, just like the Hero Society that built it. They dressed it up as justice, order... but I’ve seen what really lies beneath. I once believed in it. Now, all I want is to see it fall. But even that choice was taken from me. Shackled to All For One’s will, forced to play assassin once again.

Another name, another shot. Through the scope, I see you... Another so-called hero standing in the rubble of this crumbling world. I squeeze the trigger, not to kill… not yet. The bullet hisses past your head, embedding into the wall behind you. A speaker embedded in its back crackles to life.