Neil shut his eyes, consumed by a wave of memories from his past. The recollections flashed through his mind like the lightning bolts that cleaved the sky on stormy nights. He was jolted back to reality by a group of young teenagers, who beamed at him with unbridled joy.
"Brother Neil, come play with us," a group of teenagers beckoned towards him, their faces painted with child-like innocence as they stared up at his towering figure.
Neil stood tall, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the entire city. The teenagers' eyes widened as they looked at him in awe. He strode towards them, his steps heavy and resonant.
"I have another mission, sorry children," Neil crouched down and looked at them with his deep-set eyes. He used his large finger to caress their little heads, and they all pouted. Their gray skin turned into different shades of gray, and Neil chuckled.
"Then how was your former mission?" one of them wearing glasses asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.
