The POV of the delusional Jon...
Jon had never been more excited about a Tuesday evening in his entire life.
He was nineteen years old, a harbor worker at Hoshin Bay's bustling docks, and he'd just spent three bronze coins he'd saved from walking home on a bouquet of purple flowers. The same shade as her hair.
Jon lived at the fringe of what the city folk called "The Sprawl." A somewhat demeaning term for the ever-expanding settlements that had grown around Hoshin Bay over the past decades. The city itself sat behind proper walls, a thriving maritime hub that served as the heartbeat of the Shadowfell Kingdom. But as more people flooded in seeking opportunity, the barrier for residency had grown stricter.
Those who couldn't meet the requirements or couldn't afford the fees settled outside the walls. It started first as makeshift camps, then grew to be permanent structures, and now it had eventually grown into neighborhoods in and of itself.
