I stare at the sky, it doesn't even look beautiful anymore. My object type is Hominial. I'm on the ground in the back if an alleyway, a hole was burnt through my eye, and now I found out my nerves are broken. Physically. I'm just rotting here, on the ground.

"Why..." I mumble, as if anyone could hear me. Turns out you did, and you've stumbled upon me. I haven't noticed you though.