'Command.'
Mamoru paced slowly in this busy district road. It was early morning, where people were busy with their own activities every day.
Mamoru looked around, and he felt contempt in his heart. These people could live a regular life, ignoring many people who suffered around them. Someone like Amano-San would help those in need as a vigilante, but he was gone now.
Mamoru clenched his fist. It was right at that moment, his super-hearing caught someone screaming for help, about three kilometers from where he was standing. Mamoru rushed to the location he marked by his data, and when he arrived, a young woman was surrounded by a gang of thugs.
The young woman was probably around twenty years old, looked like she was on her way to her office when her path was blocked by these gang of thugs.
