As the pale light of the morning sun crept over Evergreen City, the city stirred to life. The streets, once empty, began to fill with the early risers, each one moving with the lethargy of those who had yet to shake off the remnants of sleep.
Some, however, were only just heading to bed, their nights spent in the vibrant glow of the city's nightlife. Neon signs flickered off one by one as the daylight reclaimed its place, and the buzz of traffic started to grow.
Alicarde drove through these awakening streets, his car sleek and luxurious, reflecting the dawning light. The interior was spacious, with leather seats that cradled him in comfort, yet none of it brought him any peace.
His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions, and his body wished for rest, but he knew sleep would be impossible.
The nightmares had become a nightly torment, creeping into his mind like an unwanted visitor. He did, however, find some respite in daylight.
