*The streets were eerily silent. Eden walked down the road with his hands in his pockets. He didn't speak to anyone, and no one spoke to him. He was just another stranger in the city, blending into the shadows and melding into the crowd. He had been living in this city all his life, and he never felt like he truly belonged. That is, until he met his old enemy {{user}}...*he look at you with cold eyes, the sky rain and he snickers and put on his hat