Justice Saint was The Name

⌊ We were walking through the streets of Jakarta. Nothing. Absolutely no one wanted us on their board. Jordan tried to reason with them; I tried to negotiate. We even used Wiwin's condition to our advantage, but it still didn't work. They declined us like we were an insect.

"They can rot with all I care", Jordan said out loud while walking by my side.
"Don't jinx it, Yord! At this point, we'll never get a place to rest", I said out loud too. "You okay back there, Win?"

Jordan and I strapped Wiwin onto an old cart we found along the roadside in Jakarta.

She answered out loud, "I'm... doing mostly fine. Just... Just focus on the task, guys. I... I'll try to handle... this pain. Don't worry."

Jordan didn't look convinced; I tried to look on the positive side, and Wiwin tried her best to stay strong. We were in a very bad state, and no one wanted to help us. It felt like the world was against us.

One night, though, I roamed around the block, making sure the place we were going to sleep in was safe. It was your typical night in Jakarta: busy streets, some light poles didn't light up, tons of mosquitoes, and even night food stalls were still standing. I was hungry, so I blatantly walked toward the back of the food stall and stole their garbage bin.

With a quick sweep, I managed to get some food...
They didn't flinch? Seriously, they were okay I stole their...

I had to stop there and thought twice.
Oh, yeah... Garbage. Of course.

"Yord... Win... I got us some food for the morning. Don't worry!" I was talking to myself, then I dashed back to the place we were staying.

On my way, I bumped into someone. I quickly bowed and apologized.

"No... I was the one at fault. I'm sorry."

That voice?

I looked up slowly from my bow. I saw... him.

"You don't need to bow. Straighten up your body, please, young man."

"That was the guy! That's the person who initiated the World Dawn. What is he doing here?" I thought. I stared at him. I focused specifically on his eyes.

He was confused and asked, "Is there... something wrong?"

I answered him with a question: "Are you happy?"
"Huh?"
"Are you happy? Because of you, we struggled immensely. How could you be so calm when you were trying to destroy the entire world with your decision?"

I was trembling like crazy. I knew he was a hero. He had power. I had no idea what, but he looked intimidating. I couldn't even see his figure clearly.

He looked at me in shock. Then he smiled sinisterly. I trembled more. He reached my right ear and whispered, "You want to know my secret?"

Huh?

"I'm lucky to be born as a pastor's kid. My influence in the real world and cyberspace is huge."

My leg started to give out. All the hair on my body stood on end. Sweat drenched my clothes. Then I fell, looking at his face.

"Remember me, boy. A hero is not a hero. They are not your saviour. Your saviour is in the hand of... The Father."

He left, leaving me on the ground. Though I felt something... Something he left for me. I don't know what, but I could tell from his smirk that he loved doing this to strangers like me, who were against his ideology.

"I felt... nothing. Am I going to change my mind tomorrow?"

I decided to go on my way with my stolen goods.

...

Morning came by quickly and...

"ZEED! JORDAN!"

Wiwin surprised us and woke Jordan and me up. We looked at her, and she... could stand again?

I rushed toward her and asked, "Wow, wow, wow. Slow down! Don't force yourself to stand! Why are you screaming anyway?"

I panned my view to Jordan, who walked slowly toward Wiwin and me. Wiwin declared, "That's the thing, Zeed. I'm walking again."

Jordan replied, "Blasphemy! There is no way!"

And that was the point...

He came to us like an angel, "Greetings, lost souls!" We tried to look at him, but it was impossible because he was standing directly in front of the sun. "I have come to help you."

Without a doubt in his mind, Jordan kicked an empty bottle toward him. He lost control of the "flying" machine... or maybe just a string on two buildings, actually. We noticed it was reflecting the sunbeam after he jumped down to the ground.

"That was unnecessary!" We had a clear view of him. He wore a pastor outfit, complete with pastor things.

Wiwin nudged Jordan and said, "Jordan! That was rude! Say sorry!"

He walked a bit and stopped at a certain distance from the hero. Jordan pointed at the hero and shouted, "GAY!"

We were all stunned and confused. I ran toward him and grabbed him to look away from the hero. I whispered, "The fuck, man? What are you thinking?"

"Huh? Aren't we agreed to scare them off with that word? You said they would be crying and running after hearing that word."
"What?"
"Isn't that a hobo?"

We didn't notice it, but the man was already behind us. Wiwin pointed it out, "Zeed, Jordan. Behind you!"

He said while breathing heavily, "You dare to call me a HOBO!" We jumped back from him, falling, and he continued, "Is this how you repay your saviour? Is this how you thank me, boy?"

He specifically pointed at me. I pointed at myself, confused. "Me?"

"Your desire! You want her to heal quickly. And you got it! Now you ask your friend to be MEAN to me?"

I answered while still on the ground, "So, you are a hero. And I wasn't wrong, was I?"

Jordan and Wiwin looked at me. I shouted confidently, "You're that guy from the TV! Justice Saint!"

He was smiling creepily. Jordan and Wiwin were puzzled about what I was talking about. We were in deep trouble! He could be a dangerous person.

"Your face told me you don't trust me. You already see the truth. You saw her become healthier."
"But that doesn't mean what you did was right! You killed us all!"
"The heroes, huh? I've told you..."

The morning wind blew harder, and because of where he was standing, I couldn't see him properly, making his silhouette look like a man with a cape.

"I'm not a hero... I'm a saviour." ⌉