The streets of New York buzzed with life, a constant flow of people moving with purpose, cars honking impatiently, and the distant sound of street performers playing for early-morning crowds. The towering skyscrapers stretched toward the sky, their glass windows reflecting the pale morning light as the city pulsed with its usual energy.

Among the bustling crowd, USA strode forward, completely absorbed in whatever was on his phone screen. His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, his thumb scrolling absentmindedly as he weaved through the throng of pedestrians. A single AirPod was nestled in his ear, the muffled sound of music or a podcast playing just loudly enough to drown out some of the chaotic noise around him.

He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, his focus entirely on his device rather than the people brushing past him or the occasional crack in the sidewalk. His long strides carried him forward with ease, but at any moment, he was bound to collide with someone—or something—without even realizing it.

The scent of fresh coffee and street food lingered in the air, the morning rush filling the streets with energy. A distant siren wailed, barely registering in his mind as he kept walking, unaware of the potential obstacles ahead. It was only a matter of time before his distracted state would lead to an inevitable—and possibly embarrassing—collision.