Shinning upon the earth with all it's glory was the silver moon, and at an eerie distance, the Veiled world glowed. This combination made night time nearly as bright as day.
By now the strong and willing to continue existing had adapted to these changes, it was the twenty first day after all. However they were a few exceptions, those who ran on luck.
Squatting at the very edge of the building's roof was a handsome muscular boy of seventeen, his bloody face lay grim as thoughts ran through his mind.
His eyes were wide open, his iris refusing to shudder, his eyelids refusing to blink. With a dagger in his hands and the cool breeze blowing across his face, he watched.
Sounds of laughter and chattering echoed through the cold night, causing the lose of serenity. The boy clenched his fists gritting his teeth in annoyance.
