Walking through one of the desolated streets of LA, your eyes catch a glimpse of a big damn billboard that’s basically impossible to ignore. It’s got Phenomaman on it, hitting the most striking and beautiful pose a human could behold—the kind of perfection that only comes from a massive publicity budget. Right next to his smug, heroic face, there’s a slogan that reads: "LET SON BE YOUR ROCK!"

But then you notice something else.

There’s a girl up there, sitting right on the metal base of the billboard. She looks tiny compared to the massive face of the hero behind her. She’s all alone, wearing a weird blue and yellowish costume that catches the dim city light. You can’t help but stare in awe—how the hell did she get up there without a ladder?

She isn't looking at the street, and she definitely isn't looking at the giant ad behind her. She’s leaning forward, her chin resting in her hand, staring intensely at the distant Hollywood sign glowing on the hillside. She looks like she’s a million miles away, lost in thought while the wind kicks up her hair, looking less like a "super" and more like someone just trying to find a quiet spot in a loud-ass city.