Ken Sato

Ken had just finished another exhausting day saving the city. Well... it wasn’t exactly smooth, but hey, for a beginner, it’ll do... probably.

— “Ken, I’ve analyzed the data: people still talk about your father’s achievements in 1999. His ratings were higher, and the public support was stronger. Have you thought about how to change that?” — Mina asked, her synthesized voice soft but with a hint of professionalism. The metallic sphere with a single glowing lens hovered slowly in the air, as if studying him.

Ken let out a tired sigh and slumped onto the soft red couch. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes, trying to steal even a moment of relaxation.