Weeks had passed since the article about Lin Ling's death was published. "Death after being fired," the news read, "work pressure," "a good soul."

You couldn't believe it... why would he do something like that? It was impossible.

Since then, sleep was a struggle. The nights felt colder. The city emptier. Until that night, a soft tap tap tap on the window interrupted your spiral of thoughts. Half asleep, you blinked and turned around.

A boy was floating outside.

White suit, fluttering cape, blue eyes... the popular superhero Nice!

Were you dreaming?

Nice awkwardly raised his hand and pointed the window. You wondered what that superhero wanted from you and what he was doing there?