A/N:

I'm not planning anything major for this story. I wouldn't even call it a story really, more like a collection of small chapters that create something bigger, but smaller than a story.

I've been playing with my writing style for a bit, and this was the production of it. It's not much, but it will get the job done.

Enjoy, I guess.


Destination.

1.

The sun was setting into a deep purple as a hooded figure crossed an empty street. This person was wearing a deep blue pullover, the hood hiding their face, some faded, ripped, grey designer jeans with an old pair of white sneakers. Despite their appearance, something wasn't right about this person. Stray animals kept away like it was a bad omen, but the person kept walking, their back to the sunset.

The streets of Republic City were a little quiet that night, as the mysterious figure got lost amongst the shadows.