translucent

michael nodded his head to the music playing in his ears as he walked down the lonely, vacant streets of london. he kept quiet even as he walked into the lobby of the hotel he was staying at and the new bellboy greeted him. michael only gave a nod to the old woman who tried keeping a conversation with him in the elevator. he only ignored his mother when she talked to him about his day, and he only smiled at his little sister when she complimented his hair color. michael stayed silent, because he liked silence. that's why michael was mute.

luke used his bloody knife to pick his nails, his feet scuffing along the sidewalk of the empty london streets. he scoffed as he listened to the man he had just stabbed groan and whine in pain. luke didn't care about him. he didn't care that he had just stabbed a man in the head. it didn't matter. luke found nothing wrong with it. that was because he was a sociopath and sociopaths don't have a conscience.