The night's lonely colors fell over the fog-shrouded city of Sevenfold.
Through the streets, hanging like a heavy blanket, suffocating the faint glow of the streetlights.
New decorations were hanging from the lampposts, and the city was ready for tomorrow's festivities.
However, the atmosphere among the citizens was heavy and bleak, as if the festival was nothing to celebrate about.
At the brown building's top floor's balcony, Adam leaned against the door while watching as the city went to sleep.
The occasional people that still moved in the fog were workers, returning from long hours of overtime.
They had no choice as they had to somehow support their families as everyone's pay had been cut short, thanks to their new ruler.
"Nice decorations, right?" Otis knocked on his door and walked to the balcony.
"I guess," Adam said.
