The Perfect Prey-Check-In Begins!

The world fell into an unprecedented silence the moment Superman fell.

In New York's Times Square, thousands stared up at the giant screen. They saw the ruins erased by white light, the bottomless crater, and the hero's body lying motionless beside it.

No one spoke.

Wind swept across the square, rustling a few scraps of paper. It was the only sound.

A little blonde girl tugged at her mother's clothes, confused.

"Mom, is Superman... asleep?"

Her mother did not answer. She only covered her mouth as tears slipped silently between her fingers.

That tear was a signal.

Low, stifled sobs rose from every corner of the square like sparks catching in dry grass, then spread across the city, the country, and the world.

At last, people tasted the bitter fruit of a reality they could not accept: grief.

Their god was dead.

The god who had always appeared first when disaster struck, who had protected them with his warm smile and invincible body, had burned himself out to kill that monster.

At the edge of Metropolis's ruins, Lois Lane fought desperately to reach the crater, but the Military Police who had arrived held her back.

All the light had gone from her eyes. Only emptiness and despair remained.

"Clark..."

Her throat could produce nothing but that broken, tuneless sound.

At the Watchtower space station, Batman watched the main screen without a word. Beneath his mask, his eyes held a coldness unlike any before—and guilt.

He stared at the figure lying on the ground, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

Then, in that moment of worldwide mourning, a figure broke the scene of grief.

Link.

He descended from the sky without a trace of effort, his black coat snapping in the wind.

He landed.

But not beside Superman's heartbreaking remains.