Salvation

Three men, running up on the roofs. 

"You sure about this?" one of them- the youngest said.

They did not stop. 

"Pretty much." The leader looked back. Black hair, lots of frills and definitely a toothless smile.

A teenager. 

The other one, the longhaired one just stayed quiet. 

All three had something in common. They were black-haired and definitely young. But there was something that tied them together- something different.

And the three just kept on jumping through the roofs up ahead in the dead of night.

"Stop-" The leader whispered, spreading one of his arms.

They stopped. 

"What?" The long-haired one said.

"Security's tighter than expected; the roofs won't do."

It was night yet, the streets were pretty lit. 

The roofs however weren't. 

Most buildings were three-four floored on this planet unlike the rest of the planets. 

And there was a reason for that.