The loud crash prompted Ulpian to become lucid. The first thing he found as his vision became clear was the night sky with only one moon. The second, was the crowds gathering not too closely around him. They looked at him with worries, but there was a glint of unfamiliarity, or even fear, in their eyes.

"Where am I..."

His voice, firm behind his mouth mask, alerted the reporters of his flawless condition. They surrounded him with microphones, their faces full of expectations. "We may have witnessed history right here. The birth of the superhero? Every nations are looking at this man, donning an attire straight out of the Lovecraftian horror. I'm sure we all have the same question. Is he a friend or a foe?"

Ulpian turned to the direction of the faint smoke he keenly sensed. The train lain in sides by its rail. One of the reporters pressed on, "Sir, how did you stop the hijacked train with your chiseled six-pack, but still managed to stand up as if nothing happened? Who do you work for? And what is your motive?"

Ulpian remained unfazed to the bizarre development. His eyebrows slanted sharp to the streets beyond the crowds. This so-called civilized city managed to look more primitive than every nomadic city he had seen. A question slipped out of his throat.

"What in the world?"