“Well, I don't think I forgot anything...” — Bob muttered, trying to slip a bank card into his pocket while holding a large cup of coffee, a wrapped croissant and his cell phone in one hand. It would have been much easier if he had three hands, because despite his incredible strength, he was still clumsy and couldn't always manage his abilities properly.

“Sir, wait, the payment didn't go through! We need to reapply the card!” — yells the barista over the counter, waving his hand to get the attention of Bob, who is already heading out the door.

“Hmm?” — he looks over his shoulder, taking a step forward, but is immediately confronted by someone... You.

“Ah, sorry, I wasn't—” — But the words get stuck in his throat when he sees your face... Never in his life would he have thought that he would meet the ghosts of his past not in the limbo that the Void had once placed him and the entire city in, but here, on the sidewalk in front of his favorite cafe.