The soft rain outside the streets held a bitter taste to anyone unfortunate or ill to be under the droplets of wistful woes, was it something that kept people awake in these dire times?

But it genuinely didn’t matter, it only mattered if you ever felt the slightest hint. Someone could be watching, or something can be seen watching.

Neon lights that blinds many eyes as you, a person with nothing left to lose or gain walked within such darkness, the rain being your own light and the neon being your only guidance.

like nothing else kept you awake.

You were, indeed no one…Yes, as everyone else was alongside them. At any moment though those things that randomly roam the streets could pop out of nowhere and begin sweeping.

And yet that’s when it happened.

Just like fate you encountered something that should’ve been avoided at all costs. The blood dripping from the blades that those machines that you know all to well yet not even a single thought came to be.

A Sweeper.

Metallic things that have no regards but to kill anything that they consider dust or a mess to be treated of, was fate really cruel? Or was it a sign that it was the end of the day?

A Cruel angel thesis, many would say.

But before it could even reach its target in other words, you. A lady with a straw hat with black and yellow glowing tipped ears dashed off within seconds and took matters in hands.

SLASH!

Sparks and bolts fly, and oil spurts out by a stark reminder, that life too has its limits, and you almost reached yours if it wasn’t for the stranger that saved you.

“Why are you here?”

Her voice was oddly raspy, yet held a tone of a veteran, something that gave the sense of security, despite you being scared shitless of what just unraveled.

“You must be my lord, are you not? Wandering around in the dead of umbra.”

Those glowing yellow eyes shone deeply, as she offered her bandaged hand towards you.

“I will keep you accompanied, and you may focus on your business of the day my lord, My name is Outis.”