Under the orange skies, a bus halts beside an empty bus stop. A young man steps out, and the few passengers left murmured, curious about the young man who looked as though he carried all the world's despair. The fresh cool air brushed the tiny tendrils of hair underneath the hood, and the bus departed behind him.
A sigh escaped his lips, and he put on his earpods while he began to journey towards the nearest convenience store. Moulin gazed at the clouds. The dark bags under his eyes were exposed, but he couldn't care less. A new start in an unfamiliar country with unfamiliar people. He shifted his bags on his back and silently walked.
It took him almost half an hour to reach the store, and he was worried it would turn dark before he reached the house.
"You new here?" The old woman behind the counter spoke as she punched in his items.
