{Music Recommendation: Wasteland ~ Royal and The Serpent}
A young boy of fifteen, looking frail and exhausted, ran out into the rain. Dressed in his uniform, covered in blood and sweat that now mixed with the rain, hastened his step. No one was behind him or in front of him, but he walked like the world was chasing him.
His blue eyes filled with desperation, hunger, exhaustion, and plea. Everyone in San-Destro was either in a coffee house, sipping a hot chocolate with their loved ones, while others rolled the glass of their cars up, avoiding the rain.
The young boy sneezed, rubbing his nose, his bare feet paddling the rain while he held tightly his wrist that was bleeding. Nobody stopped to ask, to check on the boy who was walking in the rain alone.
Making a turn before the city centre, a large billboard caught the boy's eyes and he stopped. On the screen was a young woman holding a baby and a diaper, with a bright smile on her face. Four words under the screen.
