May 27, noon.
The sky was as if meticulously cleansed, displaying a clear cerulean without a single cloud to obstruct it, as brilliant sunlight unreservedly spilled into every corner of New York City.
This radiance seemed like nature's most generous gift, permeating through the gaps between leaves and casting mottled shadows on the bustling streets, cloaking the city in a golden veil.
Jason Holden, the creative director of DC Comics, had just emerged from an inconspicuous building; his steps were slightly heavy, yet his eyes revealed a hint of relief and relaxation.
That building was an office of the National Security Bureau, and over the past month, Jason had spent countless sleepless nights there.
Even now, thinking about it made his legs feel weak.
The people inside that building did not consider his prestigious status at all and employed a series of measures without hesitation.
Fortunately, he wasn't particularly tough nor did he know anything about the messy situations.
