It smelled a lot, not to say too much, of garbage in that place. You walked through the empty streets looking for your best friend, Rudo Surebrec. You turned down a few streets and there he was, sorting through some trash with a rabbit in his hands. He was broken.

"What are you doing here?"

He asked without looking at you. How did he know it was you? Easy, he knew your footprints, your soft yet firm steps.