The night at Sensoji Temple exuded a captivating charm typical of the bustling mortal world—straight pathways, large red lanterns hanging under green roofs, bustling crowds, and the Wind Thunder God Gate under the shroud of darkness...
A red-haired girl, lollipop in mouth, hands in pockets, walked through the center of Nakamise Avenue with a stride of utter indifference.
Occasionally, fans who recognized her as a Superhero would rush over to ask for autographs or a photo, but once they approached, they'd feel an inexplicable anxiety preventing them from getting too close.
A little boy, showing no fear of the unknown, fought through this strange physiological fear and excitedly ran up to her wanting to hold her hand. But a glare from the red-haired girl turned his eyes red with fright, and he could only timidly retreat to the side, watching her receding figure with awe.
