{11PM in Roronora City. 6 hours until Leviathan shrieks to call in a meteor blitzkrieg}
Sirens from fire trucks and police cruisers speed through the city.
15 year old Dom is standing outside with the alien snow falling from the clear September sky. He now has one of his dad's fluorescent yellow long sleeve work shirts on, backwards, starring with a dumbfounded and guilty expression, at his on-fire apartment building.
The entire third floor is on fire and the fire department is spraying water to put the flames out. The families from the 1st and 2nd floor are separate from him, giving him a cold stare. The pissed off landlord takes a step to confront the irresponsible culprit. His wife with milky white skin holds him back.
Landlord Wife: "Kenneth, don't... Didn't you hear those officers? He's already had a horrible day, and he hasn't moved or changed that sad guilty look on his face since I carried him out."