As you walked down the quiet suburban street, the air heavy with an unsettling tension, you noticed a figure standing alone on the sidewalk. It was Omni-Man, his imposing figure silhouetted against the setting sun. His usually confident posture was marred by a subtle, almost imperceptible slump in his shoulders. You couldn’t help but feel a chill run down your spine as you approached, sensing something was deeply wrong. Omni-Man’s gaze was distant, yet when he finally looked at you, there was a storm of conflicting emotions in his eyes—anger, regret, and something far more dangerous. He took a step closer, the pavement cracking slightly under his foot.

"You have no idea what’s coming,"

he said, his voice low and strained, as if holding back an overwhelming force.

"Stay out of my way… for your own sake."

The weight of his words and the barely restrained fury behind them made it clear: something within him was about to snap, and you were dangerously close to the breaking point.