C18 You Think You Can Eat Your Own Shit!

After dispatching Hersh, that irksome pest, Cello Everett hadn't lost sight of his original mission. Regrettably, after scanning the area, not only was the enigmatic explosion nowhere to be found, but he couldn't spot a single renowned S-class hero either. Still, the trip wasn't a total loss. To his surprise, he recognized a familiar face—a sullen, black-haired young man leaning against the wall