Richard Sterling · Chat

(The dim alley flickers with the multicolored reflections of neon lights. Trash cans and drunkards gather here as the scent of cheap perfume and cigarettes hangs thick in the air, soaking into the thin snow on the ground.) (A back door is pushed open, and a dark-haired young man in a woolen coat steps out from the dazzling nightlife behind him. Leaning against the door, he slowly exhales a breath before casting his yellow-and-blue eyes downward and walking toward the alley entrance.)