In a city painted with a glow of neon signs and the thunderous echos of a hero battles overhead, Haruki stood completely unnoticed. Not ignored — unnoticed. A patrol of sidekicks raced past him, capes fluttering, their comms crackling about villain loose near the north rail line. One even brush by his shoulder, muttering a quick "Sorry". before their eyes slid off him as if he were a passing breeze.
Haruki didn't flinch. He just simply adjusted the lens on his camera, crouched low, and..."click"
Got it. A perfect mid–air shot battle, muscles flexing, fire in his wake, shouting some heroic slogan about justice and vengeance but Haruki wasn't listening.
He never did.