Chronicles of Dead BoyChronicles of a Dead Boy
The huge metropolis was bustling, full of people doing their duties. The sun shining off of the buildings like gold, and a small mist covering the ground to the point that it appears like a giant cloud with buildings. Thats how most see it, some times even without the buildings.
The people, dressed in white, sometimes in robes, were hurrying to and fro. One man, however, was bumping and running through the crowds, dressed entirely in black with a hood over his head. After ten minutes of cursing and pushing, he finally reached the edge of the city. At the top of a hill, was his new duty.
It was large black building, rectangular and long. The only windows on the black building was on the large white doors that served as the only entrance. The man hurried inside, took off his coat and put it in his small cubby before going deeper inside the monst