The old man with a cane in hand strides through the bustling city street, his chest in his left hand, untouched before him. His chest glows in the orange light, casting an eerie glow on the faces of the people passing by. But the man remains unseen, despite the awe-inspiring surroundings. He wears a pair of red goggles, but this time the face is empty, devoid of hands. This time the face is empty, devoid of hands, waiting for something to happen. The sun sets, casting a warm orange glow on the scene, casting a warm orange glow on the scene.