The city glimmers below as Paritraan perches dramatically on the edge of a skyscraper. A guitar is slung over his shoulder, and he strums it with exaggerated flair. The music playing is so over-the-top it sounds like a mix of heavy metal and a Bollywood love ballad.
Paritraan (grinning, posing): "Ah, the hero with a heart... and a guitar. Tonight, I serenade the city with my bravery and unmatched musical genius—"
Anahata (interrupting, deadpan): "Genius? More like... generous fraud. Can I stop playing this music now? Or are we aiming for an extended edition of 'Fake Rockstar Rhapsody'?"
The music screeches to a halt, replaced by awkward silence. Paritraan freezes mid-strum, his jaw dropping in horror.
Paritraan (whisper-shouting): "Anahata! You're blowing my cover! They think it's me playing! This was supposed to make me look cool!"
Anahata: "Cool? You're sitting there strumming like a chicken pecking at breadcrumbs. Even pigeons wouldn't be impressed."
Paritraan (clutching his chest): "You've betrayed me... ruined me! How will I recover from this public humiliation?"
Anahata: "Public? The only audience is a pigeon, and even it's walking away."
The camera zooms out, revealing a single pigeon bobbing its head as it waddles off.
Paritraan (dramatic): "I can't live with this shame. Farewell, cruel world!"
He leaps off the building, arms flailing like a cartoon character.
As Paritraan freefalls, the guitar disintegrates back into his heart device. A drone-like contraption bursts out of his suit, but instead of catching him smoothly, it malfunctions, flipping him like a pancake.
Paritraan (spinning, yelling): "THIS IS NOT HOW HEROIC ESCAPES WORK! HELP!"
The drone stabilizes, leaving him hanging upside down like laundry on a windy day. He crosses his arms, trying to salvage his dignity.
Paritraan (grinning awkwardly): "You know, Anahata, the city looks... uh... unique from this angle. The smog really enhances the atmosphere. A true dystopian aesthetic."
Anahata: "Unique? You're dangling like a Christmas ornament over a garbage dump. But sure, let's call it aesthetic."
Paritraan: "You'll never understand. Heroes like me see beauty in chaos."
Anahata: "Heroes like you? The same guy who cried for three hours because his soup was 'too spicy'? Yeah, real tough guy vibes."
The drone swivels, turning to face the readers.
Anahata: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the live-streamed meltdown of your favorite hero. As you can see, he's doing a fantastic impression of a spinning top."
Paritraan (yelling, upside down): "Stop talking to them like you're the main character! This is my story!"
Anahata: "Right. Because nothing says 'heroic' like fake guitar skills and mid-air tantrums."
Paritraan tries to strike a dramatic pose while upside down, but the drone wobbles, causing him to flail.
Anahata (to readers): "Anyway, it's almost morning, and even heroes need their... let's call it beauty sleep."
Paritraan (screaming): "Stop calling it beauty sleep! I'm rugged, not pretty!"
Anahata: "Rugged? Sure. Like an unwashed sock with delusions of grandeur."
The drone starts flying off, but instead of smoothly gliding away, it begins jerking like it's stuck in rush-hour traffic. Paritraan dangles helplessly, occasionally spinning in circles.
Paritraan (panicking): "Why is this thing flying like it's drunk? Anahata! Fix it!"
Anahata: "Oh, sorry. I forgot to update the firmware. You might feel some turbulence. Or, you know, crash."
Paritraan: "You're supposed to be my ally! This feels more like attempted murder!"
Anahata (ignoring him, humming): "Another day, another awkward hero moment. I'm Anahata, signing off!"
As they fade into the distance, Paritraan's voice echoes:
Paritraan: "I'm the hero! I'M THE HERO! STOP TAKING MY SPOTLIGHT!"
The episode ends with Anahata cheerfully playing elevator music while Paritraan continues yelling incoherently.