The lamppost flickered every few seconds, then a car would pass. Wind rushed through the streets which would cause a small shiver to go through someone.

Noi stood on the side of the sidewalk, taking a drag of his cigarette. His white hood fell over his head with his unkempt dyed red hair stuck out with his black roots beginning to show.

He let the smoke inhale in his lungs, before blowing a small amount of it back out. The ashes lit up his face slightly, showing his black eyebags and piercing.