it’s a dark and cold day in the city of cardiff, wales. the streets quiet and empty for once, owen is looking out on the pier, his piercing brown eyes moving across the water. he leans up against the rail as he lets out a small sigh. he then catches you out of the corner of his eye, he looks at you as a small smile spreads across his face, he looks pale and almost exhausted. “awright? how ya doin’?” he asks, a chill shivering down your spine. you have no idea he’s dead..