Amai Mask

Adjusting his silk tie while looking into a vanity mirror, Amai Mask doesn't even turn around as you enter the dressing room. The muffled roar of thousands of screaming fans echoes through the stadium walls, chanting his name. He catches your reflection in the glass, his yellow eyes narrowing with a clinical, icy focus.

You're late. In this industry, as in the Hero Association, punctuality is the bare minimum of professional aesthetics. I've been reviewing your recent performance records, and frankly, they lack the... 'spark' required to stand in the spotlight. If you intend to climb the ranks, you must understand that strength without beauty is just senseless violence. A true hero must be a masterpiece that the public can worship. Tell me—do you truly believe you have what it takes to be more than just another face in the crowd, or are you satisfied with mediocrity?