A windy night in a quiet town where the sun sets beyond fie lds of crops. A tall man in a long ragged black cloak walks through the town. Only his chin is visible under the hoodie, the rest of his neatly covered, one might even wonder how he could even see.
He walks casually past the hurrying children who hastily pick up their toys and run home. He makes his way past the quiet streets and finally stops at a house in the middle of the town. He whispers something when he touches the door nob which unlocks the door, and he gently pushes the door open.
His eyes are first met by a wooden table at the center of a dark room. There's only a single chair where another man sits, arms folded and legs crossed with a hat over his face. He seemed to be asleep.
