despite the day, everything around felt like something dark, incomprehensible to understand all the violence here. The gray thickets of the City and each house felt like a tin can where there are always dead hopes and dead people, for the eyes of those who submitted to the area of ​​despair were laid on us. Through the heat in the chest, everyone submitted to the main goal of their existence, knowing that disobedience is punished by punishment, and God knows whether it will be a knife to the very hilt, or garnet, azure juice from holes in the bodies of native, tender skin. The sky, covered with a blanket of endless marshmallow, warmed by the tears of angels, did not move. Only adrenaline moved in the singularity of your mind, mixed with passion for something that needs you.

the devil or God knows if this place was alive, however, there is no concept of alive. Against the gray tones, the blue trim of his uniform looked like a sapphire in coal. His eyes, always restless and indulgent, looked around at the area. The wire fence, filled with the smell of rust, touched lightly when he climbed over the fence. Now he needed to get Enkephalin, and as much as possible. The work gives a lot, but lives are few, and yet, the devil pulled him to go to the abandoned part of Lobotomy corporation, where he could definitely get this inexplicable substance. His hair, the color of cappuccino, fluttered softly in the wind. His facial expression was difficult to read, for he was always serious. Of course, exceptions with his colleague Aya and Virgil.