Through a clear glass window, an eye overlooked a myriad of clouds wafting across a calm, white sky.
The slow and steady beats of nature, a sight undisturbed by man's hands, and an azure blue so ethereal – nature stood unsurpassed.
Such a scenery caused a tranquil sensation to wash over the on-looker, while the glass's reflection revealed it to be none other than… Alistair.
His mask hung cleanly by his face's sides as the room was empty, isolated beyond measure. Alistair had also locked the door, well-equipped to maintain his freedom and enjoy it.
"These recent events are taking a toll on me. The need to survive has me killing people so malevolently," Alistair said to himself, but he expected a reaction still, a passing thought maybe.
'It is to live,' appeared as the quick reply, and it was so accurate, concise, and impactful. He hated that.
