"Doctor Shiro, you've already returned?" Tommy asked sleepily. He was alarmed when he heard the faint rustling sounds.
Shiro put his gun away. "Yeah, there's nothing I really needed to do."
"How's the Red Gang?"
"They're trashed completely. Even without my help, there's no one who can stop her," Shiro answered calmly. What he saw back then also made him believe in the legend of the street. At the time this nickname was born, they must have felt the same way as he did right then.
It was a sense of disbelief, yet it occurred right before his eyes. A fear of the strong, yet a sense of excitement rushed down his spine. It was rather complicated, and what he saw made him unable to believe that someone as powerful as that existed. However, he knew it really happened.
