Touya stood upon a rooftop, looking down at the person walking towards a convenience store. The day hit golden hour, the sun’s rays rubbed against his burnt scars of darkened violet. He sighed twirling blue flames between his fingers. A photo of the target in the other, he lit the photo with his fingers and watched the photo cinder away into nothing.

“What a waste of fuckin’ time.”

He walked over to the store, staring into the store keeping a watchful eye on you as people past by.