Prisoners

(8:45AM 2nd of Noctiluna 237 Year)

Jonathan's neighborhood was a peaceful place, the morning sun shining atop the rooftops of the surrounding buildings.

The streets were littered with a few people, strolling or jogging, as well as people nodding to the well-known residents of the area as they moved.

Riding their bicycles, mail carriers made their rounds, delivering letters and packages with warm smiles as they breathed in the faint smell of coffee that danced at most homes.

At this moment a taxi could be seen driving into this neighborhood.

As the taxi pulled up to the curb, a man and woman emerged, their weary expressions etched with the weight of the last night's event.

This man and woman, both wearing fitted jeans and black jackets were Jonathan and Mai and they seemed exhausted.

Unlike his normal self Jonathan's shoulders were slumped, his eyes heavy with fatigue as he moved.