"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Why are we here?"
"Now that's a very complicated question. To be frank, I don't know. But, if you want my perspective, then there really isn't any reason why we're here. We simply just exist, nothing really matters in the end; Now you can view that however you like, but I view it as a good thing. Having that knowledge in mind, I can do anything I want!"
"No father, I mean why are we here, in this city? "
".. Ah, that's what you mean. Well, it's because you were born here, plain and simple."
"I guess. Then, why do I look so different from everyone else?"
"That's because you're special, my dear sultan."
"I don't feel any special!"
"Oh, but you are. No more questions now my boy, go head outside. I'll come right out."
Dissappointed with the conversation, Sultan walked out. The stench of rotting meat and feces quickly entered his nostrils and tattered, worn-down houses onto his black void-like eyes.
"Sultan!"
A voice rang out to him. Sultans gaze turned towards it. He stared at the boy, studying every little detail on him, from the many warts on his face, to the lumps on his arms.
The boy stopped dead in his tracks as he felt sultans gaze; like a fish out if water he gasped for air, cold shot through his spine.
"H-ey, can you, not look at me like that?"
"like what?" Sultan tilted his head.
"Just.. Nothing. "
"Alright. What do you need? "