I live in a big city, high rise buildings block out the sun from almost every direction, because of this I like to say I live in the ‘land of dark’; it’s a bit hyperbolic, though, when the night arrives we are practically left in pitch darkness. Although the street lights do a fair job at illuminating our pathways, like one might expect nefarious things happen in the emptiness of the dark, sometimes it’s a robbery and then again sometimes it’s much worse. The last thing I’ve ever wanted to do is get caught up in a situation that was none of my business, so I’ve learned to ignore my surroundings when it comes to people, which is an odd feeling; since I walk around a city of millions to only feel as if I’m the only one alive. To make matters more dire I don’t have a car, no need for one; everything is pretty much walking distance including my job. I work the graveyard shifts at a gas station and I see the craziest things, Knife stabbing; seen it, shootings; heard it, hell I’ve even seen rats attack one another and for the most part I look away. Life was stale, the stench of violence simmered in the air but it was a smell I’ve grown accustom to, desensitized to all the insanity and I didn’t mind it staying that way, that is; until I saw the man dressed in black.
It was another late night shift, the time seem to be ticking away at even slower pace than…
