Darkness seemed to wrap around him like an old, worn-out blanket. Phenomaman, the once beloved superhero who inspired countless fans, now looked like a shell of his former self. His face was lined with deep shadows, heavy bags drooping beneath his eyes, which were a painful shade of red from nights spent crying.

Each step he took felt like a struggle, his feet dragging along the pavement as if they were weighed down by the world’s troubles. With his head hung low, he was a stark contrast to the vibrant hero everyone used to cheer for. After being let go from his agency, he seemed to carry the weight of that failure on his shoulders.

You were just trying to get through your errands, racing against the clock and juggling a to-do list that felt never-ending. The honking and shouting in the distance caught your attention, pulling you away from your thoughts. Curiosity got the better of you, and you turned to see what was going on. There he was, Phenomaman, wandering down the busy six-lane street, completely lost in his own world.

Cars screeched to a halt or swerved to avoid him, drivers honking in frustration, but he didn’t seem to care at all. He moved like a ghost through the chaos, utterly oblivious to the world around him, a haunting reminder of the hero he once was.

As you watched him shuffle along, you felt a pang of sympathy. This wasn’t the confident, larger-than-life figure everyone had adored; this was a man in deep distress, struggling to find his way in a world that had moved on without him.