The night sky may look beautiful, but it also hides many things away from the human eye.
The alley is covered in blood, and amongst it is a boy, looking no older than middle school, with a dagger in his hands. Around him are the people who have tried to murder him, however it seems as if the boy had defeated them all.
The boy starts scavenging the bodies, hoping to find something that might help him. In one of the attackers pockets, he finds a wallet. When the boy opens the wallet, he sees a couple hundred bucks, crumpled from being in the wallet for years. The boy lights up, puts the cash in his pockets, and starts to see if there is any other loot that might be on these people.
After searching the rest of the bodies, he finds a bit more cash. Afterwards he exits the alley, soaked in blood. Under the blanket of the night sky, he dodges the suspicious-looking people wandering around, and finally reaches another alleyway. He enters and comes across a run down door in the side of an apartment, and he goes inside.
The room is dimly lit with a broken lightbulb in the ceiling, and he starts climbing up the concrete stairs. After a couple minutes of just the boy's feet hitting the concrete, he finally reaches the roof, where there is what seems to be a little shed, looking like it has been there for a very long time.
The boy enters, and breathes a sigh of relief, feeling the sensation of home flooding over him. He sets the cash at an old table near the entrance and then takes his shoes off. The shed is quite small but cozy, even with the damage it took from the rainstorm a couple nights ago. The boy approaches a small figure laying on the bed, soundly asleep. The figure seems to be a tiny girl, maybe around the age of eight. He pats the figure in the head, and the girl starts to rustle a little.
The boy leaves and then goes to the bathroom to wash himself up. The bathroom was just an old mirror, a rusty sink, and an ancient shower. He undresses himself and turns on the water and starts to wash all the blood. He scrapes the dried blood on his skin, and after all the blood is washed away, he starts to wash his hair.
After drying himself off with a towel, he looks at himself in the mirror. He has a scar on his chest after a clash with a drunk man who happened to be part of a gang. He won the fight, but that pissed the man off and then the entire gang was after him. He looks at his wet, black hair. It had been ages since he last went to a barber, so the hair has grown all the way to his neck. He remembered reading a book where the main character tied the hair back into a singular bun after growing his hair out, so the boy tried to do the same. He has a navy blue iris in his right eye and a blood red one in his left eye. He also always looked either tired or under the weather, however this likely was due to how he was consistently feeling these emotions at the same time.
The boy then wore some pajamas, which somehow still fitted him four years later, and then looked out the window, viewing the bright lights that sparkled in the city of Tokyo, Japan.
He saw cars still driving when it was quite late, and saw couples roaming the streets, which was unusual as there were not many of those nowadays. He also noticed a sweets stall, where the owner was handing out candy to the little children who most certainly should not be out this late.
He goes back and sits down on the futon he scavenged from the trash, and thought about how this world was so fucked up. After all, this world was affected by supernatural forces. Such as how there was an incident not too long ago near here in which a person who had made a contract with one of these supernatural beings went on a killing spree until he was detained by the "Supernatural and Otherwordly Contamination Task Force" or "SOCTF" for short. They were a task force created by the government to suppress events like these from occurring. Of course, it wasn't just Hapan that was facing this problem. Other countries such as Korea, Canada, and China were dealing with these issues. However, the types of supernatural forces differed greatly every time, so there was a separate supernatural task force created to assist in containing these events. The boy did not know too many details, as he really did not care about any of this for it had no affect on him, and he instead just laid back down and decided to see what the next day would bring.
As he laid down, something moved in the shadows and leaped onto him. The boy got startled, and then started to pry the cat off his face. This cat was a stray cat that the boy randomly found in a box one day, and since it was just a kitten, he decided to keep it. The boy named the cat "Meowie", since he remembered his father calling cats this every time his dad tried to get their attention.
The cat finally came off the boy's head and laid down next to his head and started to fall asleep. The boy also decided to get some sleep, as he had to go to work early thr very next day. As the boy was about to fall asleep, he noticed the pictures of his family he had set up at the table near the entrance, and started to reminisce about the time when he was just with his family and none of this chaos happened.