I’m Still Alive and Well

The sun was lazily climbing up from the horizon, shining its warm, tingling rays onto the half-ruined city. People went about their day, some still struggling to find their way home after a heavy night's drinking, while others hurried on their way to work, or sipping their morning coffee from paper cups by the street stalls. Nocturnal monsters had long hidden in their holes, leaving space for those active during the day, to bask in the sun.

On one of the tall buildings in the center sat a young man, his legs dangling off the edge. His soft pink hair swayed gently in the breeze, reflecting the shine. A few feet behind him lay a heavy black mask, tossed away so that he could comfortably enjoy the homemade pastries he was snacking on, as he stared at the screen of the phone in his hands.

[Hi, Damien. I just thought I should let you know I'm still alive and well, but I'll be living in a Forbidden Zone from now on.]

'No, wait. That sounds weird.'