I work as a superhero.
The evil Doctor Rain is hell-bent on flooding the streets of my hometown, so that people stay indoors and cry! For twenty years, the city waited for its hero—until I came along.
The Chosen One!
Like Hercules, I’m cleaning up everything that piled up over a quarter of a century.
Yeah. As you can imagine, after feats like that, all I can do is come home and sleep. And if I manage to get up after midnight, I’ll have a couple of hours to be creative.
But honestly, what’s the point?