Above the old, dusk-colored car, the peak stood defiantly against the world. Beside him, a child wearing the same mask held him tightly, assuring him of the same hope.
They were not merchants of justice who satisfied the desires of those in power.
They were silent guardians who illuminated the darkness of the world.
And the child, in his small embrace, seemed to be muttering a silent oath.
"I will continue the struggle even though this world is getting darker, and the mask of justice will continue to shine brightly."