The night air cut sharply across the city as the red bike tore through empty streets.
Engines roared. Streetlights blurred into long streaks of gold and white. The world, which once moved without him, now rushed past him.
Mr. Nobody leaned forward slightly, his grip steady, his movements natural—too natural.
Like he had done this a thousand times before.
But he hadn't.
"…Strange," he muttered inside the helmet.
The pink bunny visor reflected the city lights, hiding whatever expression he might have had—if he even had one.
A sudden sound broke through the wind.
Shouting.
Laughter.
Rough, careless voices.
He slowed down.
Ahead, in a dim alley between two half-lit buildings, a group of men stood in a loose circle. Their shadows stretched long under a flickering streetlight.
At the center—
A girl.
Cornered.
"…Please—just let me go," her voice trembled.
One of the men laughed. "Why the hurry? Stay a little longer."
Another stepped closer, blocking her path.
Mr. Nobody watched from the street.
Silent.
Still.
For a moment… nothing happened.
Then—
Something inside him shifted.
A feeling.
Not hesitation this time.
Something sharper.
His bike rolled forward.
Slow at first.
Then faster.
The engine growled as he turned sharply into the alley.
The sudden noise made the men turn.
"What the—?"
The bike stopped.
The engine went quiet.
And for a brief second—
Everything froze.
Then—
A faint glow appeared in front of his eyes.
A transparent window.
Floating.
Unreal.
[System Notification]User's Kick Level has increased: F → EUser's Punching Level has increased: F → E
"…What?" he whispered.
The words didn't feel right in his mouth.
"What is this… system?"
No one else reacted.
The men didn't see it.
Didn't hear it.
The window flickered once—
Then vanished.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?" one of the men shouted.
Mr. Nobody didn't answer.
Because his mind wasn't fully in the present anymore.
That window—
It wasn't new.
He had seen it before.
—
Some time ago.
The world had been normal.
Or at least… it had felt that way.
Another day.
Another moment where nothing mattered.
He stood the same way as always, surrounded by people who didn't see him.
Didn't know him.
Didn't care.
And then—
Something broke.
Not outside.
Inside.
A strange awareness crept in. Like waking up from a dream—but not fully.
He looked around.
People repeated the same movements.
The same words.
The same timing.
Over.
And over.
"…What is this?" he murmured.
That's when it appeared.
A window.
Floating in front of him.
Clear.
Unmistakable.
[System Notification]User has noticed repeated story events.User has gained Self-Awareness.
His thoughts froze.
"…What do you mean?" he said, his voice almost breaking.
The world didn't respond.
But the system did.
[System]NPC from the webcomic "Shining Blossom" has gained Self-Awareness.
"…NPC?" he repeated.
The word felt wrong.
Heavy.
Like something he wasn't supposed to understand.
"…Webcomic?"
The moment stretched.
Then—
The window disappeared.
And just like that—
Everything went back to normal.
People moved again.
Talked again.
Laughed again.
Like nothing had happened.
But for him—
Everything had changed.
—
Another memory surfaced.
A night.
Quiet.
Lonely.
He was walking home.
The streets were darker than usual, lights flickering in uneven patterns. His footsteps echoed faintly, blending into the silence.
That's when he saw them.
Three men.
Drunk.
Laughing loudly.
And on the ground—
A beggar.
Curled up.
Defenseless.
"Got anything left?" one of them kicked him.
The beggar groaned weakly.
Another laughed. "Look at this guy. Thinks he owns the street."
Mr. Nobody stopped.
He watched.
His hands tightened slightly.
He wanted to move.
Wanted to step forward.
Wanted to say something.
Anything.
But—
He didn't.
His body refused.
His mind held him back.
This isn't your role.
You're not part of this.
Stay out of it.
The thoughts weren't his.
But they controlled him.
He stood there.
Doing nothing.
And that—
That felt worse than anything.
Then—
A familiar glow appeared.
[System Notification]User has gained 2 items.
Before he could react—
The world shifted.
His body moved.
On its own.
A black blazer wrapped around him.
A helmet—
Pink.
Strange.
Unfamiliar.
A red bike appeared beneath him.
The engine roared.
His hands gripped the handles.
And before he could even think—
He was moving.
Fast.
Straight toward them.
"What the—?!"
The men turned too late.
The bike stopped with a sharp screech.
He got off.
His movements smooth.
Controlled.
Unnatural.
A crowbar was already in his hand.
When did I—?
He didn't know.
But his body did.
The first swing came fast.
Too fast.
Crack.
The metal connected.
One man dropped instantly.
"YOU—!"
The second lunged.
Mr. Nobody moved without thinking.
A punch.
Clean.
Precise.
The man staggered back.
The third one—bigger, heavier—charged at him.
Mr. Nobody stepped forward.
No hesitation.
No fear.
The crowbar swung again.
Harder this time.
The impact echoed.
The man collapsed.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Unreal.
Mr. Nobody stood there, breathing slightly heavier.
"…What was that?" he whispered.
His body—
It moved perfectly.
Like it knew exactly what to do.
Like it had always known.
The beggar slowly lifted his head.
His eyes wide.
"…Who are you?" he asked weakly.
Mr. Nobody looked at him.
Then down at himself.
The helmet.
The bike.
The weapon.
Something clicked.
A name.
Not given.
Chosen.
"…I am," he said slowly,
"The Crimson Bunny Biker."
At that exact moment—
Thunder cracked across the sky.
A bright flash lit up the alley behind him.
For a second—
His shadow stretched long and sharp.
Almost… heroic.
Then—
Darkness returned.
—
The memory faded.
—
Back to the present.
The alley.
The men.
The girl.
"…You're dead," one of them growled, rushing forward.
Mr. Nobody moved.
This time—
It wasn't automatic.
It was his choice.
He dodged.
Kicked.
The impact was stronger than before.
Cleaner.
Faster.
Another man swung wildly.
Mr. Nobody blocked, then punched.
Direct.
Precise.
The system window flickered again—but he ignored it.
Right now—
He didn't need answers.
He needed action.
Within moments—
It was over.
The men were on the ground.
Groaning.
Defeated.
Silence filled the alley once again.
The girl stood frozen.
Her eyes wide.
"…You… saved me," she said quietly.
Mr. Nobody didn't answer immediately.
He looked at his hands.
Then at the fallen men.
Then back at her.
"…Are you okay?" he asked.
His voice was calm.
Different from before.
She nodded slowly.
"Yes…"
A pause.
"…Thank you."
He turned away slightly.
Like he wasn't used to hearing that.
Like he didn't know what to do with it.
The bike engine started again.
"…Go home," he said.
"Be careful."
And just like that—
He rode off.
The red bike disappearing into the night.
Leaving behind only the sound of the engine—
And a story that wasn't supposed to exist.
—
As he sped through the empty streets, the system window appeared once more.
This time—
He didn't look away.
"…What are you?" he asked quietly.
The screen flickered.
But didn't answer.
Only one line appeared.
[System]User has begun divergence from the main story.
Mr. Nobody stared at it.
Then ahead.
At the endless road.
"…Good," he said softly.
The bike accelerated.
Faster.
Into the unknown.