Quadrinhos Americanos: Droga, estou cercado pelo Pai Triste!

Kansas.
Late at night.
Lin Fang sat in the open expanse of the farm, gazing up at the night sky.
Beside him, dense trees stood tall and straight, towering into the clouds.
In the pitch-black darkness, the red fallen leaves on the trees resembled flames, burning as they drifted down to rest at his feet.
After a long moment,
he lowered his head and picked up the coffee cup beside him, taking a gentle sip of the bitter brew.
From the nearby radio came the voice of a station host:
“Good evening to all listeners in Kansas. You must already know that the Geminid meteor shower will arrive at midnight.”
The host was broadcasting the news of the largest meteor shower to grace the Earth in nearly a decade.
“Remind my friends to dress warmer than you think necessary, be wary of radiation-induced chills, and it’s best to bring a reclining chair to a dark, open space free from bright lights, lie back, and gaze up at the stars...”
“Click!”
Annoyed by the host’s endless chatter, Lin Fang finally reached out and turned off the radio.
He glanced down at his watch.
11:55 PM—five minutes until midnight and the meteor shower’s arrival.
He had no original interest in such romantic spectacles.
But since this event related to his future happiness, he couldn’t help but pay attention.
Why would it affect his happiness? That had to do with his identity.
Lin Fang was originally a native of the Celestial Empire.
Although life wasn’t extravagant, it was a decent, middle-class existence.
Unexpectedly,