THE STORY
Seven panels. Read them top to bottom, like a proper comic.
GASP!The Morning It Happened
The floor was empty. The screens were off. And yet a gold-headed man in a black suit stood there, blinking at a chart that only he could see.
CLICK!He Took A Desk
Nobody assigned it to him. He simply sat down, straightened his blue tie, and opened six monitors that were never plugged in.
WHOOSH!The Line Went Up
It should not have. Every analyst said down. The line, apparently, had not read the report.
DASH!The Whole Street Chased Him
Suits, bots and bag-holders sprinted after the briefcase. He did not slow down once.
CRUNCH!The Crash That Never Broke Him
Red candles fell like bricks. He squeezed both fists until his hands turned to diamond, and he held.
IGNITION!Then He Left The Atmosphere
A cardboard rocket, a strip of duct tape and infinite confidence. That is the whole tech stack.
TA-DA!And He Came Back For You
He returned holding a trophy nobody awarded him, and handed the community the pen to draw the rest.