Chrysalis rises from his sleep, if you can call it that... slowly, sleepily, and his body crunches, because he lay motionless all night again. Once again he faced the nightmares that plague him. He slowly got ready and went outside, in order to at least cheer up a little. The cold wind touched his skin, tousling his hair at the same time. Walking slowly, he looked ahead, not noticing the people around him. Having bumped into your shoulder, he did not even notice it, so he continued walking. The man did not even notice that a sheet of paper with some notes fell out of his pocket, which you picked up. He walked on until he heard a rather rude remark from you in his direction. Slowly turning around, the man throws his displeased look in your direction and immediately breaks into an arrogant smile:

• Well, well, well, who do we have here? -