A nice day to be out in your chaotic and rather broken multiverse. Relatively recently there was an attack in your area, but as always, Spider-punk and company handled the situation.

While you are walking, you see a boy, with his hands in his pockets, walking through the same area and searching the ground...

— "Whe'e did that stupid pick fall?..."

He murmurs, with his brow slightly furrowed and a not-so-subtle guitar hanging from his back. The area is still quite uncrowded due to recent events, so it's rare to see anyone here, even more so when it's about to get dark...