Miyoko was currently fearing for her now shattered life. In her usual stroke of bad luck, half of her apartment building had been swallowed up by the tidal wave due to its unfortunate close proximity to the wharf. The apartment's location was an obvious safety hazard, but the meek girl needed somewhere cheep to fit her low income. Miyoko was sure that the cruel man on the radio reminded her of some comic book villain. It was on the tip of tongue, but she didn't remember. The meek otaku focused more on anime, manga, and Japanese culture rather than American comic books. Never going to the movie theater didn't seem to help either. "H-How c-can you rule a w-world af-after you killed most of the civilians in terrorism?...." Miyoko muttered to herself, walking to higher ground. She was soon surprised to another woman was on the same hill that she had picked.