In the sky above Bastion City, dark clouds rolled in, slowly pushing away the warmth of the blue glow while bringing the dead of the night.
Loud noise rose on the streets as vehicles of all shapes and sizes rolled past each other in a rush while those without enough money moved on foot with their heads lowered.
At the pedestrian side, a short boy carrying the face of a twenty-two-year-old walked past two elderly women walking sluggishly while pulling his blue hood off his head.
The elderly women watched the boy as he walked toward the side of the bridge and planted his palms on the metal bars, then exchanged confused glances.
"Look. Do you think he's having suicidal intent in standing there?"
"Nah," the elderly woman in the blue gown shook her head as she shifted her gaze from her friend to the short boy. "I think he's just looking at the sky."
The women walked past the boy with laughter but descended the bridge coughing.
