The walls were decaying, the road dirty, the sky grey and not a single soul was there. He smelled something quite strange, it seemed like sea salt but wasn’t quite it.


    He wondered a lot through the halls, pistol and truncheon ready, not knowing what to expect.


    Not knowing what to except…


    Except…


    The paper looks so God damn yellow and the light is far too intense, too bright, too white. He has been there for a very long time, hiding in the shades of the characters, not having really a voice of his own, having patience and working. But something is broken, something isn’t quite right.


    <


    > a little manuscript by his side jump toward him <<what is wrong?>>


    His head hurt so much, his hands are becoming more and more spoiled as time goes on, how much time has passed?


    <<Nothing, is just that...I feel without energy>>


    <<Like life has a ceiling and you just hit it, like there is nothing else to do but relaxing and chilling, like you are being absorbed by the morbidity of life into a life of meaningless, resting and passivity?>>


    <<Yes...wait how do you know?>>


    <


    >Stolen story; please report.


    <<That makes sense, in his own way.>>


    <


    >


    <<What are you by the way?>>


    <<I am a little story idea, I talk about dead poet poems, the whole story should have been more of a detective story really...unfortunately for you I was far too difficult to write.>>


    Pxan looks at him <<yes...I remember you…>>


    <<Do you want to get back writing? We have interrupted the flow and the story pace isn’t that fast.>>


    <<You are right, you are right.>>


    Pxan put his pen back to the paper.


    “Where was I?”


    A dog advanced aggressively towards him, it wasn’t a robo-dog, still, it looked pretty dangerous. From the looks of it, he was quite the stray, the dog looked at him, he tried not to look at him. The door advanced toward him, he kept an eye on him.


    Suddenly a voice interrupted the confrontation, a man covered in metal plates and cotton called the dog. He looked at Pxan, not knowing what to do.


    <<H-i...?>> the man said very timidly.


    Pxan looked at him for a bit before replying <<hi>> if possible he wanted to avoid making acquaintances.


    <<You are here because of Isabel? I know he is quite a pest...but he is innocent I swear, he didn’t do anything wrong, he is just an innocent girl.>>


    <<I don’t know what you are talking about.>>


    <<Oh...what a stroke of luck...so why are you here?>>


    <<This is no business of yours>>


    The man took a step back


    <<Ok I didn’t wish to offend you...please forgive me>>


    “What an insult scavenger, I could kill him right now, look at him, he can’t even stand against me. What a worm”


    A scream interrupted the conversation


    Two men were running after a girl, Pxan glanced at them, the two men were two renegades. Two perfect meat sacks to beat until death.