At that moment,

"Oh no, this is bad."

*Whoosh!*

A shadow surged up from the ground, swallowing "it" into the darkness. The middle-aged man—or rather, the thing he had become—vanished without a trace. Just as the people who had been watching began to murmur, the man who had collapsed saw something in his field of vision: a pistachio-strawberry frappuccino, topped with an absurd amount of whipped cream.

"Are you alright?"

The man struggled to lift his head. Standing before him was a young man in a black suit and sunglasses, casually holding the frappuccino. He extended an empty hand toward the man, as if offering help.

"Come on, let's get you up."

The man shakily took the hand, and with seemingly no effort, the young man pulled him to his feet. After taking a sip of his drink, the young man pushed his sunglasses up with the palm of his hand.

"You're not hurt, are you?"@@novelbin@@

"N-No… thank you. But what just—"

"Hallucination."

"What?"

"A Rift opened nearby. Looks like a monster capable of inducing hallucinations slipped out. Honestly, I almost got fooled myself."

"H-Hallucination? But I—"

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