Noah was no Iron Man, not in the sense of metal and machinery, but he possessed an unwavering strength that set him apart from the world. Had he lost his mind? Could he see the world or is he blind to its beauty? These questions echoed through the town, whispered by those who dared to approach him. Women couldn't resist the magnetic pull of his presence. Is he truly alive, or had the scars of battle left him a living ghost? had he forsaken the complexities of the world for a simpler existence?