Diary of a Dead Man

2

°• Richard •°

My back aches in pain, and I groan lifting my clothbag and making my way out of the luggage cabinet and away from the train. Sprinting as far from the guards before they sense an immaculate presence.

I crouch my way through the gates leading into the city. A smile tinting my face as I let my eyes shine with the beauty of the sight the city beholds. Excitement rippling through my vessels as I wander—entertaining myself by the view I illegaly escaped for.

"A scenery worth all the pain..." I mumbled to myself, watching as a family of 4 in the most classy fits, made their way into what could be a dinning area from the sign read above it.