The streets were empty. Only elderly people in need of groceries, highschool sweethearts or a widow strolling with a baby and possibly two kids would walk past..

The night was still lonely either way. A grey hooded man, someone familiar, possibly from the photography club back in your college strolled about.

He was a frequent. Walking with hands dug in his pockets. His usual weary eyes but his determined steps to go nowhere. Simon, his name was.

…

Do you want to talk to him?..