The morning was dull, with the sun hidden behind clouds, overcrowding the sky. Cold winds blew into the city, foreshadowing a downpour of rain to come.
People of Ashbridge filled the city nevertheless, with their coats and umbrellas clunked closely to their bodies, as though afraid someone would snatch them away from them.
The weather did not discourage them from completing their task for the day.
Inside the warehouse in the grittier part of town, Alex stirred awake.
Heavy eyelids opened to the familiar view of the concrete ceiling above.
'I feel like shit,' He immediately thought as he felt his heavy limbs as he tried to move,
Finally, after a struggle, he managed to sit up on his single bed; his feet touched the cold concrete floor, and his eyes scanned the room,
Seeing no blood on the floor and no Rebecca on the wooden chair, he breathed a small sigh of relief.
His hand moved as he brushed his hair back and got up from the bed.
'Status,'
