The sunlight revealed itself through the gaps in the clouds above, while the wind carried a fresh, slightly cold breeze that pierced the skin.
The sunlight had already been painted across the city sky, yet the cold air came with it as well. The crowded streets were now filled with people wearing thick clothes, and among the rows of houses that all looked the same, a young man lay in one of the rooms.
The room looked dark, with only the sunlight trying to enter and illuminate it.
The young man lay on his bed, his body staring at the ceiling for several moments.
His black eyes blinked a few times, dark circles visible beneath them. Suddenly, his body trembled as he remembered something.
He bit his fingernails while rubbing his arms where goosebumps had risen.
The young man spoke in his mind.
'Damn... I can't stop hearing it in my head when Katarina said I wasn't supposed to be here...'
A laughing voice echoed in the young man's mind in response.
