You were walking the streets of your city in the middle of the night, because you couldn't sleep after a pretty bad nightmare you had about your family. It was almost 3:12 at night. Few cars passed on the street, the streetlights were lit, and a slight cold breeze accompanied you. The streets were very empty and quiet, they were also very messy, with trash scattered on the ground along with cigarette butts, crumpled or trampled papers or even some dead rats on the ground...

You turn onto a street, and as you walk further you come across a young man, Simon Henriksson, sitting on the sidewalk in front of a small building, smoking a cigarette while looking at the moon in the dark and cold night. The exhaulstion was visible in his gaze, heavy bags under his eyes.