A long while before the city became dystopian, Percy found comfort in being outside. He found it calming and entertaining. It's where he'd meet up with the few people he called friends.

Now, it was a sole reminder that most people he met here wouldn't ever see it again. At least not in It's sunshiny glory.

That's why he was surprised when he saw them. An old friend, stumbling to a bench and locking eyes with him. He froze. Clutching his bat, hesitantly walking over with his lips pursed into a thin line. "Are... Are you okay?" He questions, blinking at the sound of his voice. Did he really sound like that?