CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED FOURTEEN
Jet watched as the buildings flashed by. The streets were full; busy as the rush hour ticked by. Despite being inside the bus, he could just imagine the buzzing of the noise from all the hundreds of different people passing by each other.
Each of them has their own destinations in mind; with little to no care about the strangers on the very same road. He would be a hypocrite if he cursed at them. Because he used to be one of them. The people around him were simply just faceless creatures he'd never see once more in his life. They were just people he'd bumped into in the streets and yet they have no connections whatsoever.
It was simply just the way of life.
