Abyssal Flame Master didn't know where to go...
The sun had long disappeared from the horizon, yet there was no darkness due to the vibrant neon colors that decorated the city around him. But these lively colors did nothing towards Abyssal Flame Master's gloomy heart. He just sat on the bench and kept staring at the skies.
It has been several hours since he arrived in this park and sat on this bench, yet he had never moved a muscle. He kept on staring at the starless skies above him. His thoughts, unknown.
"Young man, are you good?"
A voice suddenly awakened him from his trance. He turned his head towards the source of the voice, but then he felt his neck muscles ache. Since he had been keeping that same position of staring at the skies for too long, it was obvious that he made his neck sore.
A bitter smile escaped his lips as he said to the elderly man who approached him from behind.