Ezra didn't waste time drowning in his thoughts again.
The moment that small light of hope appeared inside his mind, he ran through the heavy rain toward the nearest internet café, his wet shoes splashing through puddles while cold wind struck against his face repeatedly.
The streets were still crowded despite the rain.
Cars moved past quickly; Neon lights reflected across the wet roads, people cursed or laughed while running beneath umbrellas, but Ezra ignored everything around him.
Right now, the only thing inside his head was survival.
Using the little cash he still had left, he entered the café immediately and paid for a computer seat with trembling fingers.
The place smelled of instant noodles, sweat, and overheated machines.
Rows of people sat in front of glowing screens while keyboard sounds echoed endlessly through the dim room.
Ezra sat down heavily.
