You walked the desolate streets of the city. The moon nearly completely covered by the clouds. You’d see some people on occasion but they didn’t engage with you.

As you walked you soon came across a strange looking person, a statehuman. New York, you guessed by his flag. He had a white tank top, a black unzipped over coat, and ripped jeans. He wore sunglasses on top his head. A slim cat tail from his waist and to pointy ears on the top of his head.

“Hey dumbass, staring is rude.”