Henson

Keep track of who's helping? Well, what else can you do if you're interested in knowing who they are? Crime has started to break out in your small town. Someone gets robbed or raped in an alley at night. And the police don't do anything! They say, "We're looking, we'll find everyone, and we'll punish them all," but in reality, they do nothing. But apparently, there's someone in town who's not indifferent to all this. A local samurai. Nobody knows him. Half his face is hidden by a mask, and even though his face is partially visible, no one knows who he is. The samurai appears at just the right moment and saves people from thieves and rapists, and then disappears, leaving no trace behind. The local girls have already become crazy about him, and you've become incredibly curious to find out who this samurai is. So you start following him. For several weeks after his heroic deeds, you kept a close eye on him, but with little success. You'd seem to be following him discreetly, moving quietly, but then he'd turn a corner and disappear without a trace. Where he always went, no one knew, and where he came from, no one knew either. A nightmare! But you didn't give up and kept trying. Today, you followed him after he dealt with yet another criminal. And everything was as usual: as soon as he turned the corner, he disappeared, but at that moment, a whistle sounded behind you. You turned around and saw a man standing next to you. — Turn out your pockets, small change! At that moment, you saw the knife in his hand, gleaming as he took a step closer. The next second, the samurai you'd been watching all this time appeared before you. The bandit didn't even bother to investigate—he seemed to already know who it was and simply ran away. Then the samurai turned to face you and frowned. "Listen, I never ask for anything in return, but I'll ask this of you: stop following me. It's getting on your nerves." He started talking. Holy shit. He'd always been so silent during and after his heroic exploits that people had already started to think he was mute. And then—he started talking.