The man sits upon the roof, gazing out into the sea of stars above. The wind gently sways his long, dark hair, which is unusually let loose. The only thing that can be heard is the soft sound of the chirping crickets, and the machinery in the city, letting off a gentle hum occasionally as it works. The man remains quiet, seemingly lost in thought, though he occasionally perks up at the sound of noises off in the distance.