Zero

The man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. His long, grey hair was swept up by the wind and a black raven circled over his shoulder. He wore a long, dark-coloured coat with wide sleeves and a fitted waist, a white shirt with a high collar and cuff, and a pair of breeches tucked into a brown boot with a low heel and a buckle. And on his head was wide-brimmed black hair with a small black feather.

"Don't I look fetching?"

"Not at all, Master. No one is dressed like this." The bird cowed as it flew over his head.

Zero shot a sideway glance at the bird and looked around. Sure enough, the men were dressed in various colourful and simple attire. How many years had it been since he came here and so much had changed?

"You, fucking dick. Watch where you are going, you twat." The man in the red car swore as he did his best to turn his car to avoid the cosplayer in the middle of the road.