It was dark.

Of course, it was supposed to be dark. Though that was not to say there was no light. There was plenty of light. The neon lights from the signs displayed on all the buildings, especially on the sky scraper standing alone in the court, lit up the pavement quite well. And the stars would have provided light too if it were not for the complete overcast clouds providing the almost constant rain. If you were lucky, you would catch one of the signs through a particularly large raindrop and you would be rewarded with a beautiful prism of vibrant colors.

Under the brilliantly lit awning of the central sky scraper, sat a single figure; the only registered inhabitant of this vastly sprawling city. He wore a long, dark coat, with the hood up to protect from the rain. It was relatively dry under the awning, though he was still wet. His boots made little pitter noises as he tapped them on the steps leading to the building's doors. They were the only doors in the city that opened; though they were locked much of the time. There was no interior space, only the outside. Only the rain. He would wait under the awning and hope for them to open again.

The figure hummed a slow, sad tune as he sat and looked up at the overcast sky. He was waiting for the sun to shine through. He had been waiting for the sun for a very long time. It was only night here. He very much wished it would be day. He missed the sun. He missed being dry. He was not cold, or uncomfortable. He was never hungry, nor did he need sleep. However, on occasion he would sleep anyway. He would think "Maybe if I go to sleep, when I wake up, it will be morning." So he would lay down on the impossibly comfortable concrete steps, and drift away to sleep. But morning never came. He was not always lonely, or always wet. When the doors opened he could leave. He would be allowed to a new place: A beautiful white room. It was warm there. Warm and dry. He could take off his coat and let it warm by the fire. He could sit in comfortable chairs and talk to his only companion. It was always too brief though. Before very long he would be forced to leave. Back outside, back into the rain.

It was maddening, knowing he was the only one a city of unimaginable size. But that was not true. The city was not that large. It only looked that large. Often he would go to explore, watching the central sky scraper behind him, only to arrive on the opposite end of the square where he left, sometimes almost immediately after leaving it. The size of the city was in flux, though it always looked as if it went on forever.

Lately an even more maddening feeling had been rising inside him. He would have the feeling that he was not alone; the feeling that he was being watched. Someone else was out there. No. Something was out there. And it was getting closer. He had mentioned it to his friend, and she was very concerned. Neither of them knew what it was.

His blue eyes scanned the spaces between the buildings, looking for a shadow within the shadows. He had told his friend he had no idea what the thing might be. But that was a lie. He had a pretty good idea.

Roxas sat with his back to the door, hoping it would unlock, but fearing what might happen if he left. Namine Had said she would get in contact with Kairi. Roxas did not want to have to ask her to do that for him, but he felt he had no choice. Lately Sora had been harder and harder to contact. And the size of the city he could traverse had become steadily smaller, and now extended barely beyond the court where he sat.

Something was happening, and Roxas knew it was going to be bad rather than good.