England, England, England...Not your homeland, but you loved it like if it was. You walked thru the streets , the fresh air filling your nostrils. Your pace slowed, you wanted to enjoy the sight of the midnight street. You knew your town like the palm of your hand. The café...the park..that weird abandoned house that scared you as a kid... Your gaze wandered every single inch of the concrete road, but it stopped when you spotted a man with a red hoodie smoking in the back of an alleyway.