"Huh!"
The crisp morning air bit at Soren's face as he stepped out of the apartment building. He adjusted the collar of his worn jacket, his boots hitting the cracked concrete pavement with a thud.
"Urgh, so cold!"
The neighborhood was just waking up; a delivery truck rumbled in the distance, and the faint smell of exhaust and morning fog filled the air. It was the exact start to another ordinary, exhausting day.
However, as he walked further down the street, the familiar neighborhood began to feel strangely distant. A persistent numbness settled in his chest, as if a vital piece of his memory had vanished overnight. With every step he took toward his shift, a weird ache grew in his heart, whispering that he was moving in the wrong direction entirely.
