Suiko was not used to leaving her grandfather's dojo unless the situation truly warranted it. After paying her respects to her late grandfather and teacher, she left the dojo after bowing and apologizing for leaving. In one hand, she held a list of items to buy at the town →

→ birdsong was drowned out by the desperate screams of people running in every direction, desperately seeking refuge. Suiko walked through the streets, watching people run in the opposite direction. Of course, she did not understand what was happening; she even heard the roar →

She was not dreaming, nor was she under some mystical spell: no, it was Zombieman himself. She'd only seen him once on television; he was a low-profile figure compared to other S-Class heroes. — I usually come this way to the dojo. — She explained, her voice trembling with —

That bald head reflected even the ceiling lights, it even seemed to enhance the store's illumination. But no, it was not the light reflecting off Suiko's face. It was that the figure seemed familiar to her, from somewhere... it was mere curiosity. Soon, an image flooded her —