It was a raining day, yet it was peaceful. The streets was bustling with life, people chattering as they walked down the streets under their umbrellas. Honks of cars could be heard from the slight traffic from people leaving for work.

Through a window of a small cafè we can see a few people sitting at tables and three people behind the desk. The one working the coffee machines was a 20 year old female, bursting with life as she was making jokes with one of her coworkers.

She held herself with confidence, and she seemed happy, atleast from the gaint smile on her lips. She was a bit chubby, and short, freckles adorned her cheeks along with a slight blush from her make up. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail and covered by a scarf. She wore a simple white t-shirt with some jeans covered by her green apron that read "falling grain" her name tag read Grace. Her green eyes squinting slightly from laughter from jokes she made with her coworker.

The coworker she was joking with wore similar clotheing along with the same apron, only difference was that his name tag read Rodney. He was a college student around the of age 19, he had short black locs in his hair that was also put up in a ponytail and covered with a head scarf. He towered over Grace, standing at 5'10 height. His brown eyes holding love for the shorter female. He held her in his toned arms patches of white and dark brown decorating his skin.

As for the third worker, his name was Gordon, though every one called him Don. Don was the owner of the little cafè. Don stood there lazily his green eyes flicking over to the couple as they horseplayed, he stood at 6'0ft even. He had a muscular build and unlike his sister he wasn't as pale, and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He had eyebags from insomnia, mostly from flashbacks of him shedding blood when he was part of the mafia. He scratched his shrubby beard that he constantly forgets to shave. Feeling the itch to smoke he looked at his sister and he takes off his apron.

"I'm goin out for a smoke, you two watch over the shop real quick"

He said in a gruffy voice as he leaves from behind the counter, his sister stares at him worriedly hating his addiction but simply lets out an okay.

Don walked out side and standing by the entrance he lights his cigarette enhaling the poison he suddenly got the urge to get a drink. He starts walking down the street a bit to go to the near by bar. Walking on the side walk and letting the rain hit him, he watches two kids play as the walked under the same umbrella.

As they played suddenly the little girl tripped into the road, Dons eyes widen suddenly and he notices a truck speeding up, without a thought he ran into the street and toss the little girl out the street before he could move out the way

"SHIT!-"

CRASH, BANG!

His body felt numb and all he heard was the little girls scream, and he watched as the rain fell on him, his consciousness slowly seeping away, 'fuck.. I'm sorry grace… Tira I'm comin to see ya… my world…'

With that it went all black.

Until a bright light filled his vision