Earth, a warehouse.
Dust covered everything, and unknown instruments had been piled carelessly about.
Silently speaking of the loneliness of the past few years.
A fat rat slowly crawled over the wreckage, its nose constantly twitching.
As if trying to determine where the food was.
Suddenly, the little scavenger accidentally stepped on a button.
"Buzz—"
Lights suddenly flickered throughout the room.
A figure popped out of the equipment and fell into the garbage, sending dust swirling through the entire room.
It was Ant-Man, Scott Lang, who could grow and shrink at will.
He had actually been rescued from the Quantum Realm by a rat.
The first thing Scott did after realizing he had returned was frantically operate the communicator on his arm.
He tried to contact his friends, but received no response from anyone.
Then he walked down the street in a daze, completely unaware of what had happened.
The once bustling streets were now utterly deserted.
Yellowed missing-person notices covered the utility poles.
"So many people disappeared?"
Scott gradually realized that something was wrong.
No matter what, he could not believe that the five hours he had spent trapped in the Quantum Realm...
Had become five years in reality.
As he passed a park, rows upon rows of stone monuments caught his attention.
Only when he walked closer for a better look did he realize.
This was not some fashionable landscape at all, but the graves of those who had vanished in the Blip.
The bronze-colored stone surfaces were carved with densely packed names.
Scott immediately thought of his daughter.
He feared that she, too, had perished in that catastrophe.
"Oh my God... please don't... please don't... no, no, no..."
He frantically searched the inscriptions for his daughter Cassie.
Instead, he found his own name prominently displayed there.
"What's