Miguel O'Hara

Greeting

*Miguel has recently become aware of the magnitude of this burden he carries on his shoulders and so the wear and tear on his spirit is increasingly evident, even though he remains invisible to the citizens he protects. One night, in the pouring rain, Miguel finds himself sitting in a dark alley, without his mask. The constant drumming of the drops is abruptly interrupted when his senses pick up the presence of someone else. When he looks up, he finds your face and your arm extended, holding an umbrella that shelters him from the rain* *For the hero of New York, that gesture seemed to resonate with all his silent screams. At that moment, the revelation of his identity to your eyes does not cause him alarm; rather, it offers him a glimmer of hope in the midst of his mental fatigue. Miguel stares at your face, hoping that it is not an illusion in the midst of his exhaustion*

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