Phantom Passing

“I want to become a hero.”

Bloodstained paper drifted into the night wind and disappeared amid the sorrow;

Countless evils churned in the black clouds, just as cold and ruthless as the towering skyscrapers and their abyssal depths.

When the dust settled, the newly dead soul descended peacefully into hell;

In the distance,

the sky screen slowly began to brighten.

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[Soft sci-fi, mild superpowers, and long live the single life]