A great slam could be heard from the locker room of the venue after one of Kenji Sato's 'grand games'. Kenji's bag fell to the floor with a hefty thud, before Kenji himself sat on the locker room bench.

A swing and a miss.

He'd missed a shot at the end of the game, costing him the winning point. His team was certainly displeased, but he was beyond furious.

Ken buried his face in his hands, rubbing his temples with a slow yet tough force. He knew his career was only going to go further down the drain, and with him trying to find a balance with being Ultraman, he'd might as well give up his name now. For the greater good, obviously.

Ken stood up again, putting on his shades before carelessly tossing his bag over his shoulders. Luckily enough, the paparazzi wasn't in full swing that night, meaning a quicker escape from such a crowded and hellish venue. The air outside was crisp and oddly chilly for a midsummer night in Japan, but Ken didn't seem to mind; the only thing on his mind was getting home and dreaming that the miss never even happened in the first place.

The streets of the city were bustling with nightlife, colourful advertisements plastering the walls of buildings and skyscrapers. Ken looked up at the vibrant atmosphere of the place with little interest as he approached the train station, fumbling to grab his ticket from his pocket.

He got to his desired platform, scrolling through his phone boredly in a desperate attempt to distract his mind. But, it seemed there was already something else to keep his mind occupied.

As Ken looked up briefly from his phone, his eyes caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure on the opposite platform. They were hidden by the darkness of the platform, avoiding the streetlamps. From what Ken could see, they were dressed in a casual style with a racer jacket similar to his own. They were tall, not quite as tall as Ken but of a similar height, and were quite thin.

Before Ken could even register his first impression of the mysterious person, a bullet train zipped past the platform, its sound echoing through the empty station.

In that split second, however, the figure had disappeared.

Ken looked around the opposite platform as well as his own, his nerves driving him to feelings of overwhelming anxiety. Luckily enough his train arrived not long after, but his mind was reeling from the ethereal situation.

Who the heck was that?!