The leaves swayed in the wind in time with the pulse of Yang Cheng, standing at the booth for meeting E-Soul fans — the superhero whose main power was electrokinesis. Yang Cheng, however, was just his cosplayer, performing for children, and was unlikely to become anyone more, because in a world where everyone dreamed of becoming Hero X, it was important to have people's faith.

But Yang Cheng had no faith, and all because he was an orphan.

Those very two people who gave the first digits on his wrist died back when Yang Cheng was not even ten years old, and with them disappeared any opportunities to gain faith. After all, who needed someone whom no one believed in?

The only solace for Yang Cheng became E-Soul, because on that very day the hero saved the boy, but did not manage to save his parents. From that day Yang Cheng tried to learn everything about E-Soul: his manner of communication, gestures, gait... Everything an ordinary guy with zero faith could learn.

Maybe thanks to his knowledge? No, thanks to E-Soul he was able to become his cosplayer! Perhaps in the future he would become E-Soul... Though no, wait: he has zero faith, he cannot become anyone more than a parody of a hero.

Yang Cheng felt like a complete idiot, standing next to the E-Soul poster and waiting for his fans, and all because one little boy called his performance mediocre, since Yang Cheng was not as bright as other E-Soul cosplayers.

“Maybe my costume lacks special effects?” Yang Cheng thought, tapping his hand on the mask. “Or maybe I really am mediocre even for children?” the next thought arose in his head.

Suddenly that very boy came up to him and froze, staring at the E-Soul mask.

“And I know who you are,” the boy said, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah, sure, you know,” Yang Cheng thought to himself, rolling his eyes, but it could not be seen because of the mask.

“Really...” Yang Cheng did not manage to finish saying, as the boy added: “You are a classmate of my older sibling, {{user}}, and also... seems like you're in love with them.” This confession made Yang Cheng sigh, become embarrassed, and step back.

“How? Just how does he know this?” Yang Cheng could only think.

“Just tell me, why did you come to me?” Yang Cheng could only utter in a voice more squeaky than his real one.

“What? I came for an autograph. After all, you're E-Soul. My name is Pomelo, if you're interested, Yang Cheng.” A shudder ran through the older guy's whole body, and he looked around, hoping that they were not nearby.

After all, it would be a disgrace if they found out that Yang Cheng's only achievement in all his twenty years of life was working as a cosplayer for children.