A pair of brown orbs could be seen as it gazes in the rays of sunlight hitting the mirrors that made the place bright. The place looked enormous and flashy than other buildings.
"Ah I'm still alive " he thought looking disappointed
He pushed his body up as he pats his clothes and decided to leave this place when he passes by a mirror and saw his reflection.
Standing there was a man wearing ragged clothes that seems to be used many times. Hair looks like a nest, and a ordinary face. Inanimate brown orbs which makes one wonder why its so lifeless.
Ah certainly this mans been through a lot. He was once a successful man but people are just greedy.
He decided to move forward dismissing those thoughts.
He stepped out and felt the burn of the sun as it glares toward everything it could reach.
But the glare of the light didn't reach the mans eyes.
He brushed his hand together when harsh breeze pass by. By the way he was clothe, air could certainly come in and out. Tall trees danced as the crumbles of leaves at his feet could be heard then he sighed and continued to walk. Tall buildings appeared before him however this place is for those privileged to be in that building. Those unfortunate, those left out of the world would stay at the streets unseen. Ignorant people might think this country is great according to it's economy and people but they just saw the bright side and ignored the fact that every place has an dark side.
A country is like the moon, only the bright side was shown not the dark side.
He snickered
He found a spot to sit on with others. Other beggars like him at the moment. Noticing that no one paid attention to him he continued to sit.
But and old man noticed him.
"Boy, you're young why are you in the streets?" All attention went to him when the old man asked.
Judging from his appearance, long beard, ripped clothes and a dirty face, he's in his 70's.
"I ran away from home because of certain reasons" he clearly won't spat the reason
"Boy, I don't know those reasons but based on my experience you can't survive here, youngsters can't survive this." All of them lowered their eyes that was clearly saying something.
"Try me" The old man laughed.
He's eyes were bright and the wrinkles on his face was more visible. His lips showed a perfect teeth so the Man wondered why this old man is on the streets.
"Let's see then. I wonder hoe you'll handle it" the old man challenged
He only managed a small smile.
"Boy, What's your name?"
" Kace. Kace Titus"