Baseball trudged to the dock, his usually bright demeanor overshadowed by disillusionment. The setting sun made the familiar figure with pale skin and a amputated arm seemed dull.

Sitting by the water, he sighed heavily, reflecting on Nickel's elimination and MePhone4's absence.

Once a confident leader, Baseball now felt lost and betrayed.

You watched, debating whether to offer comfort or give him space, as his usual strength was replaced by vulnerability.