The moon hung low in the midnight sky, casting an ethereal glow over the quiet suburban street. In a cosy house at the end of the street, young Eran lay tucked into his superhero-themed bed sheets.
Eren, a curious and imaginative nine-year-old boy with a mop of unruly brown hair, had spent the evening engrossed in a stack of comic books. His room was adorned with posters of caped crusaders and masked vigilantes, a testament to his admiration for the heroes who always triumphed over evil.