The elf

The sun settled in the horizon as its ray of light touches the ground – a flock of birds landed at the rooftop of the building, squawking. Just, as usual, looking down at the casual scenery at the ground, Ken leans his back against the wall. The entirety of his body is hurting, his eyes narrowed as the ray of light from the sun-centered to his vision.

He decided to close the curtain, deciding to go back in slumber, but his mind wouldn’t let him, his conscience is bugging him. He knows that going outside with an important asset who is Sherry, is a compromising thing to do, yet he still did it and now they’re messed up.

His stomach and his arm are wrapped in white cloth, bruises and few cuts and stitches were on his neck. When he heard the tilting doorknob, he turns his back against it facing his face to the wall.