I am Lyric. 20 years old. I am now just walking around on the streets with not a single soul around.

It's the dead of the night. I just came out to get a breather. It's been a long time since I came out of the house like this. Otherwise, I just get out for college.

She sighs as the cool wind blows past her hair. The moon shining high above and the stars seem to be drifting away and sometimes hide behind the clouds.

"We don't see much stars in the city....well, not anymore."

"Just a few years and everything has changed."

"I feel like I am still stuck in 2019."

//THUD//

Lyric was startled. She stepped back slowly as her heart was racing just like the million questions in her my mind.

'There's no use of running. I am bad at it. I should observe the situation first.'

A man comes out from the dark alley. His eyes exhausted. He didn't have any emotion on his face. He keeps staring at Lyric.

"Where do you live?" He asks with a husky voice.

Lyric raises an eyebrow. Folds her arms and speaks. "Where do you live?"

"...Right. Why would you let a stranger know where you lived?"

They stare at each other for a while. Then, Lyric turns around and starts to walk away.

'I am not gonna stick around any longer!'

"Do you know Mr Q?"