You have all your papers? Yeah…just got them in pure packets. Don’t complain, kid. It’s your first day on the job, you’ll get used to the workload. I’ll try not to explode, sir. Good. Now go along and scan from Avalon Pl. up to Burnesk Way. I expect you to come back with those daily reports and some tax-money. Do you understand me? Loud and clear, Sir. A young and confident voice sounded off with approval of the orders given to him followed by a steady salute by his gloved hand. The look of confidence and excitement weren’t all shown through words, but his eyes- shining painted strokes of Prussian- blue uncovered the vibrant and the very noticeable energy this young man had. As the dark brown threads of chocolate brown hair moved freely under the man’s soft fingers running through them, he gave out a slight smile by his scarlet-tinted lips and then momentarily took a look at his shadowy business suit that hugged his thin frame. The man; after making sure he looked presentable and ready for his work shift, turned and exit the room accordingly and marched down clusters of hallways to the outdoors of his new workplace. He looked around for a moment while his hand slowly crept away from the door to the fresh air outside. Trees riddled around the open grassland area in small “groups” in which shaded patches of land under it’s cool and refreshing shroud. Beneath the majestic brown stumps of the trees laid strands of grass that lightly danced along the slight north-east breeze in total synchronization- and the bright yellow flowers in which gave some company to the small grass under the warmth of the sun, of course. After looking around at his surroundings, The young man gave a slight sigh for a moment and with his hands, he reached down to his small shoulder-bag and then began to walk off into a rather quick pace along a stone trail. This man….was named Arias Errin. Arias calmly followed the road, keeping his serious expression in full check all while his thoughts buzzed about how this new world and job would benefit him in the long-run. Arias did feel nervous, however. The young man was definitely assigned a job which required him to walk there and know every single inch, person, house, and voice in the city, but he didn’t exactly know how to get there without any problems stopping him. The newcomer felt quite choked, all his surroundings felt foreign…almost imaginary, but he had to keep his guard up and looked for any notable things that might guide him to his destination. Without a minute to waste, he approached a rather warn out sign placed behind a cluster of dead and rotten bushes that caught his cerulean eyes, in which he nonchalantly crouched down to clear it up from the sign for a better view. “You are now leaving Eunas , Nova Korri: 12 Mile (s).” Softly read Arias with a brow rising over his serious face. Sighing, he stood up and began to walk again with the same sustained pace for about 7 short minutes until he finally reached his destination: The City of Nova Korri. The bustling city of Nova Korri- a vast industrial centre riddled with towering sky scrapers and millions of faces roaming around the busy streets like scattered bugs. Noises of cars and truck horns blasted through the airways in almost a series of moments, screams very much followed each loud and ear shattering horn with insults and violent flares of expression. This indeed was very different from Eunas, as Arias carefully shuffled his way through the uncaring crowds with slight pushes to their own walk. He thought with a slight discomforting manner- a small and shriveled up feeling while his mind tried it’s best to recollect and recall the beautiful trees and the almost dream-like landscape seen merely minutes ago. But his efforts were very much useless under the city’s unattractive look and sound. After struggling through the busy sidewalks and through heavy intersections, Arias finally arrived to the more “calm” area of Nova in which was called the “Ghettos.” There, smaller and more appropriate buildings covered the area. Small homes with identical-looking roofs and yards were in perfect line in front of Arias in which calmed him down slightly. The streets, however, were very small and moderately littered with discarded papers and plastic cups with soda still left over in it‘s deepest crevice. “Ugh..” He sighed, keeping his serious tone in order. Arias reached out for some papers in his shoulder bag and turned some pages. “Alright now…Avalon PL….here I go..” That young man began walking off, passing streets and many houses. He kept them In his thoughts while his hair calmly flowed. An eerie silence masked a quiet neighborhood just a few blocks away from Avalon PL as the sun beat down harshly on a blond boy’s head. He looked around with slight panic at the shambles of the neighborhood. Desperate, he began calling out loudly for anyone in hopes of getting an answer. To him, this was not an ordinary event to consume his world. His little hands, wrapped around his waist. Eyes, fixed on houses and blinking furiously as if he tried to take in a dream he barely understood. What caused this to happen? He asked in his deepest thoughts. Why? Why them? Although he asked for quite some time, he couldn’t process it enough. Under the solemn place he lived in, a breath escaping his mouth was the only noise he heard. “…Is…anyone…..please…” His voice barely squealed silently, as if he were tired. With no response once more, he gripped his waist even tighter to reassure himself. “Why did they….why…..why-why us..?” Before this little boy was left alone, this neighborhood used to be a spring of vibrant sounds and life. People used to crowd these small streets daily, and activity here was always notice. But by the lack of movement and noise, this brought up two chilling pieces of the puzzle together. The boy’s mind began placing together the events slowly. First was a sudden influx of foreigners moving into the neighborhood. They were kindly folks who gave warm smiles to the boy whenever he ventured out his small home. He remembered a small detail of them-- they were uniformed people. Although they would always carry on conversations with others around the vicinity, something about them stuck out on the boy. Unknown to many, that boy standing alone saw things nobody else would see. He would see the auras of people; natural fields of light which differed by the person. The young lad was sensitive and attentive, and only gained more curiosity towards the new people as each day passed. Soon enough, another memory popped in-- He saw how the neighbors began secluding themselves. From one week to another, they went from inviting and kind to secluded and quiet. They would barely walk out of their doors, and if they did, they would catch an odd glimpse at everyone. Something seemed even more odd, but the boy didn’t say a thing as he remembered this. The winds picked up once more in a howling rein, the boy kept a trance-like stance in the middle of the street. Memories kept playing in his head like tracks, and one in particular called out to him. He turned his head towards a towering fence, keeping an eye at the barbed wire littered on top. Like a prison, he thought. From one day to another, the neighbors had visitors. They began walking around the neighborhood and speaking languages that he couldn’t quite make out. Soon enough the people who were once visitors began placing their mark on the block. How? He narrowed his eyes slowly at the fence and sighed. The fence…..that fence! Something they apparently held dear to them. Once they began building it, the mayor of Nova Korri began advising others to not disturb the process. Of course, the boy felt curious and his curiosity drove him into sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. But he couldn’t help asking one of them that very day, “What’s that for, sir?” When he asked him, he remembered the man looking down at him and giving a slight smile. “It’s for public safety. We don’t need criminals entering these parts.” Criminals….it all made sense. There wasn't many bad things in this part of town, he thought. Nothing at all. But when those odd people came back once the fence was complete, that’s when things took a bad turn. “Kahzesouk! Kahzesouk!!” “They’re telling us to give up our furniture and line up outside….please…..go to your room, little one…” “Wh…why..?” “Just do as I say…..go to the bunker in your room….Go to your room…go into the bunker….take your things….they wont take it away….” “But why me…?” “Please listen to me….go…” “Mother..?” The woman’s voice broke into a shriveling squeal of fear. “G-Go…..don’t….don’t come out until I say so…” The boy who was known as Kahzesouk looked up into the sky suddenly felt his brilliant brown eyes water up. “…When was I supposed to come out….you….you were gone…” Poor Kahzesouk was all alone, it seemed. He hid away like he was told and left his little safety place once his whole world went mute. Alone, Kahzesouk made his way back to his abandoned house slowly, not knowing what to do.