The Superhero Association Tower.
A landmark of hope for the people of Earth—a reminder that no matter what happens, the day will be saved.
For some, it was a shrine. They only needed to look up, and there she was standing tall, Megawoman. The Earth has changed drastically, and yet her statue remained completely unchanged.
Even in the midst of the darkness that the night brings, she shone ever so brightly.
And there, sitting on Megawoman's shoulder, was Hannah. Her hair that was tied in pigtails, flowing with the wind as she stared at the city lights beneath her.
"Aren't you too old to be doing your hair like that?"
"Aren't you too old to be sneaking up on your daughter like that?" Hannah sighed; her eyes, slightly rolling as she shook her head. The tone of her voice was not the same as before—her words were still as sharp, but they no longer contained the harshness they had before.
"I'm never going to be too old for that."
