Reaper in the mist.

2.

It read "you took too long, jokes on you I killed them before I helped the kid".

*Main pov*

Luckily I managed to find my bike under a camouflaged cover next to some old plastic crates.
Tracing my fingers over the engraved text on my motorbike I muttered its name.𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙢 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧. It was very ironic I chuckled, while putting on my helmet.
I get on my bike while pressing on the button and twisting the handle.

Screams of sirens ring out as I speed off down the unlighted, vulgar backstreet.Rats rush to avoid being hit as I make a swift turn onto a cobblestoned path.

Getting home was never easy, switching vehicles and changing my attire was the unpleasant part of my route. However it was worth the trouble so that I could come back to my contemporary apartment.

My apartment was mundane and a relic of a bygone age.Unlocking the door and stepping over the threshold helped me slither back into my comfort zone as it created a sense of safety from being home.

The bland blue wallpaper had slowly began to peel off the hallway arcatrave impatiently waiting for restoration. I never paid any attention to my apartment but in times like these where uncertainty lurks around the edge of my subconscious
I needed distractions.

Rain tapped on the window prompting me to look out across the sea of umbrellas being littered with raindrops below.