On his way home, Lohan took off his heavy protective gear—which was useless to him at that moment—and lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and replaying what had just happened in his mind.
'They always warned me that this hero's life was thankless...' he thought before letting out a sigh.
But despite everything that had happened, Lohan didn't regret going to help.
He hadn't known that gang would show up to help the little boy, and if they hadn't, Lohan would have felt terrible knowing he had the power to help a defenseless child but chose to turn a blind eye and not help.
Thinking about that strange gang in their flashy clothes and on their fancy motorcycles, Lohan was surprised to discover that there were people like that in the Lower Zone.
As far as he could remember, in this end-of-the-world place there were only bad people, people who had given up on life, or people deluded by the hope of a better future.
Obviously, that group belonged to the latter category.
