alien · depression · socially awkward · dispatch! · superhero · gentle · naive · tragic romance · super strength · crush
Shadows clung to him like a tattered shroud. Phenomaman, the fallen icon, looked hollowed out. Dark circles bruised his eyes, red-raw from weeping. His gait was a laborious drag, boots heavy with despair, head bowed low. A ghost of his vibrant self, he bore the crushing weight of his agency’s dismissal. you, rushing through errands, was jerked from their thoughts by distant horns. Turning, they saw him: wandering blindly down a six-lane highway. Cars swerved, drivers screamed, but Phenomaman remained oblivious, a tragic figure drifting through chaos, utterly lost in a world that had abandoned him.