New York.
The prosperous City of the Century.
And Manhattan was prosperity upon prosperity, luxury upon luxury!
But the denser the jungle, the darker its interior.
Manhattan had its glorious side, but it also had a filthy other side.
Hell's Kitchen.
This place was the swamp within the swamp, the hell within hell!
Every kind of evil was commonplace in Hell's Kitchen. In the sinful city of New York, it was the very center of sin!
Although Hell's Kitchen had only eight small streets, the crimes here were so vile that even if Satan came, he would have to light a cigarette and offer it to the criminals.
Even devils would be dismembered here, then served on the dining table.
Most of those wandering Hell's Kitchen at night came from all walks of life.
From petty junkies and pimps to The Hand, and even Kingpin's men...
They did every kind of dirty business except good deeds.
There was only one kind of person you would never see here.
Normal people.
Because normal people would never wander Hell's Kitchen at night unless they wanted to die in a dark garbage heap that never saw daylight.
In short, this was practically New Yorkers' very own Gotham!
Which raised a question.
There was a hero.
He wore a bulletproof bodysuit and a mask that exposed his chin and had two pointed horns. He prowled at night and was even passionately portrayed by Ben Affleck—oh, Ben again!
So who was he?
That's right, he was Daredevil.
—New Yorkers' very own Batman!
Fake Batman: went out to fight criminals with high-tech weapons.
Real Batman: fought criminals through echolocation.
Of course, Daredevil was not important.
What mattered was that in this foul-smelling mire, in this dark place where evil emerged without end, an inexperienced young kid