Spectacular World

When he had been a kid, he used to live in a small backwater village that was technically part of the city that was near them. The protector of that city had been the hero known as Feast.

Because of that, Alexander Lauren found himself growing up constantly surrounded by Feast merchandise. Everyone back home seemed to love the constantly hungry hero; in fact, Feast was so popular nowadays that he was able to retire and instead run the various Feast Shacks scattered throughout the many different cities, each one cooking some of the unhealthiest food you could imagine.

Feast wasn't Alexander's favorite hero, though.

No, instead, that honor went to the one who had saved him. Before he had become a fisherman, before he had moved to Oleander City with his best friend Marcus, he had been drafted into some small-scale war. He had been forced to carry a gun and take up arms against his fellow man, all because of a local village that was declaring itself separated from the Hero Branch. At the age of sixteen, Alexander had fired his first gun.

It was during this war that he met him.

The one and only Golden Weaver.

In the present, Alexander was just as shocked as he was back then when he first saw his hero. Golden Weaver stood across the street, directly in front of the hero Cinder.

"I'll ask this once more. Who are you, evildoer?" Golden Weaver announced loudly.

"Evildoer? I'm a good guy." Cinder said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, right!" Golden Weaver let out a snort. "You have evil written all over you. Just look at your suit."

"What's wrong with my suit?" Cinder looked down at her new hero suit with a frown. "Hear that, Shift, he's making fun of you."