Mistakenly believing that he had grown tired of being a villain, he thought that this time, he could become a partner of justice.
That had been what he thought, until that bastard who had followed him here committed such an unforgivable act through his hands...
"So in the end, I didn't protect anything at all, did I?"
Maybe I had indeed changed.
But there was one thing that could never change.
I was darkness.
The darkness that withered Heart Flowers.
Ash had never known that he could have such a peaceful day, only for it to lead to the outcome he least wanted to see.
"Why did I come to the world of Pretty Cure?"
[Because this is the gentlest world I could find.]
That was the answer the system could give him.
Because of the recent street and cruise ship explosions, the hospitals of Nanairogaoka City were operating at an unprecedented pace. Sitting on a bench in the corridor, Ash watched doctors and patients hurrying back and forth, feeling as though he could somewhat empathize with them.
With a thought, his inventory opened before him. Ash began frantically rummaging through the piled-up heap of useful and useless items, searching for things related to "Kamen Rider Kuuga."
Perhaps he was looking for something, or perhaps he was merely venting his emotions. In any case, Ash desperately needed something that would let him focus again.
The handlebar of the TryChaser motorcycle, no. The contact phone for the PHS, no. A handmade counterfeit police badge, no. The GS-03 "Destroyer" that Kuuga had once shattered, no...
"This."
He pulled a pitch-black Colt Python revolver from thin air. His now-hazy memories caused Ash's gaze to grow unfocused for a moment.
Ah, this was the gun he had stolen from that detective back then. He