Egon's consciousness slowly became conscious, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal a bustling crowd that had gathered around him.
The onlookers fixed their curious gazes upon him, some frozen in a squatting position, captured by the sight.
Concerned voices broke through the noise, a man in a suit was pushing through the crowd and extending a helping hand.
"Kid! Are you alright?" he inquired, his face etched with worry.
Feeling a dull ache pulsated in his head, Egon cradled his headand replied, "I'm fine," he said with the strain of discomfort.
As he rose to his feet, brushing off the dirt from his clothes, he couldn't help but be taken aback by the realization that he had been unconscious for over an hour. The passage of time had slipped through his grasp, leaving him disoriented and slightly bewildered.
