Jack stood there with a calm expression.
'This sure is a lot of people. I feel like some sort of celebrity.' He clenched his hand, hidden in his pocket. Having spent most of his life in a hospital bed, he'd never experienced anything like this before. His gaze swept over the crowd. The life and energy of the place were all too real. Hundreds, even thousands, looked down upon him with varying expressions. Judging him for actions that the past owner of this body committed yet continued to haunt him to this very day.
He did not care for their judgment. As a [Fated Villain], this was his destiny. To stand alone against the world. There was nothing else to do other than crush anyone who stood in his way of living a peaceful life.
