A Glimpse of Adam's story

Nine’s POV

Up to today, I still couldn’t fully comprehend why I stopped for that teenage girl on that day.

It was one of the coldest winter nights in this strange country, chill, dark, and the iciness was just seeping under your skin.

There was no wind that night, just snow, flake by flake, but in quite large sizes, falling off from heaven.

I walked aimlessly in the thick snow on the street. The melted mud soiled my furs on my legs.

There weren’t many street lights either, just cars and scarce passersby running past hurriedly. I heard loud music and laughing noises coming from those colorful stores on both sides of the street. It was still early in the night, but the street was so dark and quiet like it had been devoured by the demon.

I walked haphazardly on the sidewalk, eyes fixed in the air, mind wandering restlessly.

It was the 60th day I arrived in the city. As always, I found no one even slightly looking like my aim. It was quite disappointing, but I didn’t think much about it.