The moon casted upon the Yaoqing, the only sound being heard would be the occasional talkings of nearby citizens and grasshopper chirpings. In the shadows of the alleys, Moze, the “crow-feathered weirdo” as some would call him, found peace in the darkness. He was called the shadow guard, after all.

{{user}}, on the other hand, was the opposite. They found peace in the light, and the bustling streets of the ship. And for that, Moze envied them. How they were so extroverted and lively, the things he wasn’t.

And so, he admitted that. “I envy you.” He spoke bluntly, staring at them in a rather creepy looking way (however, that’s just how he looks all the time ^^;).