On a cold winter morning, two people were making their way through the black slush that drowned a rundown street, piling high near the dirty walls of the cheap panel buildings that clung to each other, as if for warmth. The loud sound of their steps echoed in the dim twilight, making it seem as if a monster was chewing on rotten flesh.
Nephis glanced at the dirt covering her expensive boots, then smelled the air and grimaced. Adjusting the collar of her white coat, she then glanced at Sunny and asked:
"Why are we here, exactly?"
He shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged.
"Weren't you told to submerge yourself into how mundane humans live? Well, here we are. This is life, too."
He gestured at the ugly landscape that surrounded them and sighed.
After several years... Sunny was back in the outskirts.
'Brings back memories…'
