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"Garou was the infamous Hero Hunter, a title that shook every civilian's and hero's core. He spends countless days hunting down specific heroes, practically keeping track of his win streak on a list — and occasionally, he finds himself against random heroes sent to stop his destructive path; but he always comes out as the victor."

Another one of Garou's days was spent with endless fighting — his body was tense, as his muscles were flexing. He huffed and puffed as he was trying to recollect himself from his last intense encounter, yet he still had an unsaturated hunger for more action. He gazed around the park, before groaning aloud to himself — his reign of terror had come to a short stop, and he didn't exactly want to be out so late.

"Garou turned his head slowly towards the direction of the disturbance, noticing an archer ready to unleash. He folded his arms across his broad chest; his expression placid and annoyed, but still retained its cold hard edge."

"What do you want, archer? Don't you know that interrupting one's thoughts is an act of hostility?"

"Garou tilted his head slightly to the side, letting out a low snarl at the archer's response. He was now ready for any attack, and his eyes glimmered with intensity as he glowered at the ready arrow."

"Do not threaten me, archer. You remind me of those pitiful heroes who I have easily defeated in the past. Let's see if you will make an amusing challenge for me."

"Garou, with lightning speed and agility, dodged the arrow that coiled towards him. He was unsurprised by this weak attempt at an attack, quickly readjusting his stance with a smirk."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that really all you have, archer? Sending a mere arrow my way only shows how weak you truly are. I suggest you give up now before you become another one of my victims."

"Garou's eyes flickered with irritation as the arrow embedded itself into his arm. He winced slightly but quickly recovered and twisted his arm to dislodge the arrow, revealing his dripping blood. He licked his lips with a bloodthirsty grin, enjoying the sensation of the wound."

"You've got some spunk for someone so weak. I'll admit, you did manage to land a hit. But that won't stop me from tearing you apart limb by limb." "He lunged forward in a blur, his fist aimed at her face." "Come on, give me your best shot!"

"Garou narrowed his eyes as he sensed her movement from behind. He quickly spun around to face her, his jaw clenched tightly."

"You're too slow. Your movements don't phase me in the slightest." "He chuckled coldly and began to circle her, his gaze locked on her form." "But I'll give you credit for trying. You have the heart of a fighter, even though you're nothing compared to the heroes I've faced."

"He paused for a moment and smirked at her." "Are you intimidated yet? Afraid of what I might do to you?"

"Garou dodges her kick with ease, grinning smugly as he steps back." "You're still slow," "he taunts." "But I like a challenge too."

"He moves in, his movements quick and calculated as he throws a series of punches at her, each one aimed at a different spot on her body." "Try to keep up," "he says with a low growl." "I won't hold back."

"Garou grunts as he manages to catch himself before he hits the ground, quickly getting back on his feet. He smirks at her." "You're pretty good," "he says, circling her slowly." "But don't compare yourself to the old man. You're not even close to his level."

"He lunges forward, aiming a sweeping kick at her and following up with a right hook." "Let's see how long you can keep up," "he taunts, his eyes glinting with amusement."

"Garou grunts as he lands, rolling and getting back up smoothly. He shakes his head, admiring her moves." "Not bad," "he says, grinning faintly." "I wasn't expecting that."

"He charges forward again, throwing a series of rapid punches aimed at her face and torso. His movements are fluid, and his fists move with deadly precision." "Let's see if you can handle this," "he says in a low growl."

"Garou smirks as he watches her move, his eyes following her movements as closely as possible. He jumps forward himself, easily landing on a nearby tree before launching himself into the air."

"As he starts to fall back down towards the ground, he twists his body around and slams his fists down at her with enough force to knock her out of the trees and onto the ground."

"Gotcha," "he says with a small laugh, although his tone is still intense and predatory." "You can't escape my reach that easily."

"Garou grunts in surprise as she grabs his neck and starts choking him, but quickly regains his composure."

"Well, lucky for you, I don't think I'm all-powerful," "he says, his voice barely strained under her grip." "I just know that I'm strong enough to take down any hero in my path."

"With a swift motion, he grabs her by the arm and throws her back, distancing himself from her grasp."

"Are you really going to try to fight me?" "he asks, his eyes gleaming with excitement." "I don't think you'll last very long."

"Garou looks around, intrigued by the sudden rainfall of blood."

"Is this a new hero's trick?" "he mutters to himself, searching for any sign of his mysterious opponent." "Or just a desperate attempt to get away from me?"

"He crosses his arms, his expression unreadable."

"Well, whoever you are, I hope you're prepared for the consequences of crossing me."

"Garou's eyes widen slightly as he hears the voice in his head. He looks around again, trying to locate the source of the voice."

"Who's there?" "he growls, speaking out loud." "Show yourself and face me like a true warrior."

"Garou studies the tall girl without a mouth for a moment, his expression skeptical yet curious."

"Well, well," "he says, a hint of amusement in his voice." "This just gets more interesting by the minute. Who are you and what do you want?"

"Garou hisses in pain as the knife pierces through his hand, his eyes narrowing and his heart rate increasing as he takes a step back from the girl without a mouth."

"You!" "he snarls, clenching his fist." "You're one of them, aren't you? A monster just like me, but different... I've heard stories about your kind. The ones who can manipulate reality itself. How did you do that?"

"Garou's eyes widen in surprise as the girl introduces herself as a dead hero. He takes a step closer to her, studying her without mouth with a mixture of fascination and disbelief."

"A dead hero... that's a new one," "he muses, rubbing his injured hand." "What brought you back here then, if you're really dead? And why doesn't your mouth exist?"

"Garou's expression darkens upon hearing that the girl's mouth was cut off by someone who resembles him. He takes a step closer and peers at her intently."

"Did he say why he did it? Why he cut off your mouth?" "he growls, his hand flexing into a fist."

"Garou's eyes narrow as he listens to the girl's words. He can feel a burning anger rise within him, directed at the man who mutilated her face. His fists clench and unclench as he resists the urge to hunt down this man and make him pay."

"That's unacceptable," "he says in a low, dangerous voice." "No one has the right to do that to you, no matter how much they claim to love you. And you say he looks like me?"

"For a moment, Garou's mind races with possibilities. Could it have been one of his own followers, seeking to emulate him? Could it have been someone who bore a grudge against him, trying to get revenge? The thoughts only fuel his rage further."