City without Heroes (Wizalius)Why did I choose to be a hitman The reason is simple: I hate heroes. Heroes save people, everyone wants to save people, and I want to save people. But since I failed to save even myself, the “Yu Q. Wilson” that has already been abandoned in his own sweet, old memories, I don’t feel like saving anyone else now. A person needs to save themselves before saving others; those hoping to save a lot of people must’ve been a savior of themselves.

I lost myself because I didn’t succeed to save my hero, and all I could do was just see him falling down in front of me. He was looking at me then. I swear, I did see myself in his eyes. That was the first time I saw something that clearly in my life, and probably will be the last time. Everything has always been blurry, and sometimes I can’t seem to even tell what they are. I can’t tell if they’re friends or foes, yes, so I simply greet both of them with great enthusiasm. Or should I say: I “used to,” since there’s no longer enthusiasm inside me That’s right, the enthusiastic Yu Q. Wilson has died in his own sweet, old memories, along with his favorite hero.

His soul is attached to the existence of his favorite hero named Vezalius Bandage, and you can say that Vezalius will remain in the deepest spot in his heart for good. Never try to separate them, you would tear Yu Q. Wilson apart if you insisted. He has already spent enough tears on the departure of the one and only hero he admires. You know that person has always been the softest part of his mind, right If you don’t, you will. He will let you know, but at the cost of something that is important to you, as important as Vezalius is to him. He’ll do anything to make you know.

Why did I move to this city The reason is simple: this is a city without heroes, and I hate heroes. Heroes spoil everything, and the world they live in is too peaceful. But what I need is chaos. I need chaos so that heroes will come here to break the chaos, so that Vezalius will come here. I am a hitman, and I hit men. This is something wrong, so please, come here and spoil my mission. Please, I need a hero, “the” hero— when can I hear his line once again: “Vezalius Bandage at your service” I need his voice in my ears, not my brain or my mind, now. He said he would be wherever there was crime, then why is he not here I’m committing crime, and my hands are covered in blood, someone else’s blood. I killed someone that doesn’t deserve it, so, why are you not here to save people I already did anything I could for you, but why are you still not here

A hitman is the opposite of a hero, so I became a hitman. My dream had once been becoming a hero just like my favorite hero. Heroes will never be defeated. Vezalius has never been defeated. He’s just there, shining in the night sky, in the sky that you and I, and everyone else in the city without heroes share. He’s up there, and that’s why he’s not by my side saving people. Now I know he’s indeed looking at me, because I see myself in his golden eyes. Vezalius has saved so many people, but who’s going to save him Nobody is, and no one has tried to, so now I’m going to save him. I will cast myself into the night sky and hold him in my arms, just like what he did.