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."