Unable to pay off my debts, I had no choice but to become a Kamen Rider.

Shibuya, the crossroads.

The crowd surged like a finely woven fabric.

A woman dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and a black mask stood under the traffic light, her sharp eyes scanning the pedestrians like an eagle choosing its prey.

Her gaze eventually settled on a young office lady wearing a black uniform suit and high heels.

The prey walked heavily, looked dejected, and breathed erratically, clearly having just finished a strenuous job and was dragging its weary body back to its cozy cottage.

She was looking down at her phone, completely unaware that she was being watched.

The woman in white, who had been waiting for a long time, adjusted her mask and blended into the crowd without making a sound, closely following behind her prey.

As the green light turned on, pedestrians at both ends of the intersection surged toward each other like soldiers charging after a drumbeat. The woman in white also mustered all her strength, quickly closing in on her innocent prey.

She pulled her right arm back, then swung her elbow sharply—

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the woman in white's elbow struck the office lady precisely in the back.

The young woman didn't even have time to scream before she fell forward to the ground.

The briefcase flew out, and the phone slid several meters across the ground.

She lay on the ground, struggling to get up, but the pain prevented her from moving for a while.

The woman in white didn't even linger beside her, glancing down at her before speaking in a respectful tone:

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I'm in a hurry, I'm really sorry!"

Her voice sounded apologetic, but there was no warmth in her eyes above the mask.

She didn't even reach out to help the fallen office lady; after saying those words, she quickly turned around and disappeared back into the crowd of onlookers.

The whole process took less than thirty seconds. Even if the people around realized something, they didn't do anything and continued doing what they were doing.

However, on this side of the traffic light, Asano Yu put down the magenta camera in his hand, his gaze following the white-clad woman who thought she had committed another perfect crime, staring at her departing figure.

He had just witnessed the entire event through the viewfinder—

The white-clad woman's gaze when choosing a target, her posture while stalking, the decisiveness of her elbow strike, and the hypocritical tone of her apology.

He looked down at the camera screen.

However, all the content was blurry; not a single image was clear.

Interestingly, the photo not only captured the ferocious look of the woman in white waving her arm, but also preserved her inner smugness and arrogance.

The same person in the same photo simultaneously displayed a look of intense effort and a wide, unrestrained laugh.

However, what drew Asano Yu's attention even more was not this common street thief, but the young woman who had been knocked to the ground—

She wasn't even in the photo.

The woman in white elbowed a patch of air and apologized to it.

Asano Yu's thumb gently rubbed the edge of the camera.

This magenta twin-lens reflex camera was a "toy" he obtained by chance on a tokusatsu set.

The senior actor playing the main rider said that this thing has a connection with Asano Yu, because the blood that the monster Asano Yu played today vomited was a bright pink color.

Even though Asano Yu repeatedly emphasized the difference between pink and magenta, that senior still couldn't understand.

He muttered something like, "Why does he need to understand weirdos? He's a human being," and then rode his motorcycle away from the set.

Asano Yu shifted his attention from the flat-bottomed viewfinder to the young woman lying on the ground in front of him.

He slowly approached the other person, crouching down as he extended his hand:

"Do you need any help?"

Hearing these warm words, the disheveled woman raised her head, gritting her teeth as if trying to suppress her grievances and resentment.

After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a soft, delicate tone before replying:

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

She placed her blistered hands into Asano Yu's broad palms, and with his help, she stood up again, picked up her briefcase and the broken screen of her phone, and moved to the safer sidewalk.

"Thank you so much for your help..."

The young working woman nodded vigorously, clutching her briefcase in a disheveled state, and sniffed slightly, as if confirming something.

She was clearly thanking Asano Yu, but her gaze was fixed on the direction the woman in white had left—

"Should we go to a nearby clinic to get it checked out?"

Asano Yu offered her advice out of humanitarian principles, but she immediately rejected it.

"Thank you, but it's okay, it's alright."

After repeating it once, she clutched her briefcase, her palms and knees scraped, and limped toward the direction where the woman in white had disappeared.

Seeing this, Asano Yu looked at the camera viewfinder again, focused, and pressed the shutter.

This time, however, something different appeared: [Mimetic Monster: LV5]

Looking up, the woman's unsteady figure was still in front of him, and in Asano Yu's vision, there was now a sign above her head: [Mimetic Monster: LV5].

Asano Yu covered the viewfinder and followed the staggering young office lady at a half-step slower pace, and sure enough, she saw her rejoin the crowd at the intersection.

This time, however, it was in a different direction from the previous path, and the young office lady suddenly walked briskly, completely unaffected by her high heels and broken knee.

Her target was obvious: the white-clad woman who had just elbowed her!

It's karma, isn't it? After hurting so many people, he'll eventually get hurt himself.

Therefore, Asano Yu had no objection to the young office lady's revenge, since the prison chief didn't have any objection either, right? If he had any objections, he would have said so already.

The woman in white seemed to have excellent counter-surveillance skills. The moment she sensed someone behind her, she took the initiative to leave the intersection and turn into a secluded alley.

The woman in white felt a sense of impending doom and hurried along, but she didn't notice the trash at her feet and tripped over it.

She shifted her weight forward, fell to the ground, but then switched from walking to crawling, using both hands and feet to move backward.

She looked up, and the graceful young woman in front of her suddenly began to twist and swell, eventually growing tentacles and mouthparts, resembling a strange insect that stood upright and walked!

"Aaaaaah!"

The woman in white let out a scream, her limbs completely losing strength. She watched as the strange insect tore open her clothes and strode toward her.

The strange insect spat out a bizarre solution that splashed onto the white-clad woman's shoes. She immediately felt a burning pain, took off her shoes, and discovered that a layer of skin had been peeled off.

She could only keep moving backward until her back touched a wall.

She almost tried to press all her muscles and bones against the wall, or even merge with it, to avoid the monster.

She inevitably looked to her left and right, trying to call for help, but instead saw a person in bright pink sitting on the ground with their back against the wall—

To be precise, he was a man with green eyes and a bright pink outfit with black stripes.

His hands were casually supporting him on the ground, his right leg was bent, his left leg was stretched out, and he stared at himself with a seductive and carefree expression.

?

"What a troublesome scumbag..."

He chuckled, then slowly rose from the ground, dusted himself off, and finally walked up to the strange insectoid creature—

Before the pink-clad man could speak, the monstrous insect let out a scream, and all its tentacles lashed out at once, but it deftly dodged to the side.

He spun around, casually drawing a sword-mode card from his waist, and unleashed a beam of light from below, tracing a perfect arc. Several tentacles snapped off in response, falling to the ground and turning into a puddle of slime.

But that wasn't all. He moved forward, using the momentum he was about to lose, and transformed it into another downward slash that pierced right through the level 5 alien monster.

The red monster, [Mimicry Monster: LV5], was slain and transformed into a warm current that flowed into the belt around his waist. Finally, the pink-clad man shuddered.

"Phew... even level 5 monsters are nothing special..."

Asano Yu was originally unable to keep up with the two of them, but thanks to the red mark of [Mimicry Monster: LV5] that kept appearing in front of her, she could see it even through the wall.

If there's a shot on the rim, why don't you hit it? If there's a shot through the net, why don

So Asano Yu was like he had a cheat code, taking a shortcut and arriving at the other party's inevitable route ahead of time.

"Uh, thank you, I won't bother you!"

All that could be heard from behind was a disjointed thank you from the woman in white, who then tried to flee like a coward. Asano Yu turned around and grabbed her shoulder—

"Who said you could leave?"

……

"Officer, I'm here to turn myself in..."

The woman in white sat in a chair in the interrogation room, the incandescent light illuminating her pale, thin face, yet she remained unmoved.

She moved her chapped lips, repeatedly stating her name, age, home address, and the charge she confessed to: "maliciously hitting someone."

Two police officers nearby looked troubled. This woman was a regular; she would hit someone, deny it, and always use "being in a hurry" as an excuse. The police couldn't do anything about her.

How could such a shameless scumbag turn himself in and even ask to be locked up to reflect on his actions for a while?

"What exactly happened?"

"There was a pink-clad man who taught me how to run someone over..."

"Did he tell you to go out on the street and elbow people?"

"No, no, he taught me how to ram into people, and then made me keep ramming into him. My shoulder was already dislocated, but he still made me keep ramming into him until he took a step back..."

The two officers frowned, thinking to themselves, "So that's why this person couldn't lift his arm when he first came to surrender—it was because his shoulder was dislocated!"

"What exactly are the movements?"

The police officer also became interested.

The woman in white stood up numbly, first making a strange gesture, as if throwing something, then stiffly turning around and placing her hands on her waistband—

First it pushes to the upper right, then returns to its original position, and then pushes to the lower right.

"He let me hold on like that for two and a half hours, and I didn't let him move an inch..."

"Please, officer, arrest me! Otherwise, he'll definitely come looking for me! Please! I promise I'll never run into people on the street again!"