Gotham City's citizens huddled nervously in their homes on what had already been an exceptionally lively night.
Everyone had different minds and habits, and when faced with helplessness, they made different choices.
Those with more vivid imaginations hid in bed with blankets over their heads like turtles, praying for a hero to come save them as they trembled and waited for dawn;
Those who were more practical had already retrieved the weapons hidden beneath their floorboards. They pressed themselves against cover such as sofas or coffee tables, breathing heavily as they guarded against someone breaking in.
The sharp crash of shattering glass, followed by the buzzing of alarms, car horns being frantically blared by someone, along with gunfire and explosions—this was Gotham's nightly routine.
It sounded a little exaggerated, because incidents did not actually happen that often. But whenever they did, Gotham's citizens seemed to have experienced them countless times in their dreams. They were very used to it.
Only, amid today's familiar symphony, an unfamiliar sound arose.
It sounded like thunder, but upon closer thought, it resembled galloping horses. The quicker-witted people suddenly realized.
Holy shit, it's a tsunami!
The sound was deep and unbroken, as if a herd of monsters like Godzilla were constantly charging closer, their stomachs rumbling with hunger at the same time!
As for which unlucky bastard would be swallowed up, only heaven knew.
There had already been a flood in the morning, and now there was another one in the middle of the night? Who could handle that?
Yet when the clever people once again gathered their valuables and fled to the rooftops of their apartment buildings to await rescue, they discovered something.
This tsunami seemed unexpectedly... miniature?
They had expected an apocalyptic sight, as though the Milky Way itself had been overturned. Instead,