A once new city, inhabited from many people from different lands, now reduced to trash. The once party of a city has died down along with the voices of the citizens which lessens every day.
Somewhere, in a bar, deep within the city a man sits at the counter, awaiting a drink. The bartender comes over and sets a shot of whiskey on the counter. "Here you are," the man grabs and quickly drinks the shot "You know, I can't wait until the time someone saves us from this city." The bartender says, filling another person's drink. The man looks up at the bartender, his face riddled with scars and it seems he hadn't slept in days. "Not everyone has superheroes." He replies as he sets his money on the counter and begins to stand. "Well, we are human after all." The bartender says hopingly.
As the man leaves the bar he kicks a rock down the street and looks to where it rolls. There he sees a big man standing over a smaller man. "T-Trust me! What I did will benefit us! It'll start a revolution in your business! One of profits!" The small man yelled. "I don't need a revolution. I need loyalty, which you clearly don't have" the bigger man replies. He then continued to toss the smaller man aside, bouncing him like a pogo stick.
"Damn people acting like they own the world." mumbled the man as he got onto his motorcycle. As he rode past the once blue sea, the man daydreams of the golden city this used to be. But, the wings that once carried the city to greatness have since been broken and tattered. He looked at his near broken watch, each arm being bent up and extended into a helix, it was 2 AM. It was as if his time had been stolen from him. He sighed, letting out the air that had been built up for hours. He was finally headed home.
