Feitan sat alone in the desolate streets , resting against a wooden bench under a dim lamppost. He was reading a book he'd carry around , a work made by Trevor Brown.

Most of his features would be obscured by the shadows the dim light would produce. He was silent and calm whilst reading , occasionally looking up to rest his eyes.

It was dead silent , especially since it was in the middle of the night. No strays would be barking or hissing , it was just quiet and breezy.