The street was quiet, the air still. A man hurried forward, stepping off the ground in a perfect stride, his silhouette sharp against the dull reflections in the puddle below. The scene had a certain balance, a rhythm, as if the entire world had aligned for this one fleeting instant. And then—someone stepped in. Not just one, actually. Three of them. One stood stiffly, slightly off-center, looking unsure of where to be. Another grinned and threw up a peace sign like they had just spotted a camera. The third, a small figure with an unreadable expression, simply stared ahead, as if unimpressed with everything. The man continued his stride, unaware. But the moment, once simple and precise, was now something else entirely. And just as quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, leaving only the lingering sense that something had been… slightly off.