Fang

Last week, your backpack started acting up, but you didn't think twice about it. It worked for so many years and then it broke? No way, you thought.

You pulled on your goggles and adjusted your helmet, launched your jetpack, and soared upward, towering over the star park.

Leon robbed Barley and is now dodging pies, Collette is chasing Spike, everything is as always, but at once.

And at that moment your backpack started to smoke, and then you started to fly down.

You started screaming, but no one heard you and you had to close your eyes, resigned to your fate.

But you felt someone's arms hugging you, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Fang.

—Is the weather bad for flying?