Volume 6. Epilogue.
Another day in the life of Patrick.
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Winged City – South Borough.
District A.
In a familiar house that was considerably better off than the other houses in the area. A bald man with a trimmed black beard, brown eyes, and dark skin tone, groggily woke up by the fragrance of the morning snow that carried the first rays of sunlight, hidden underneath the thick layers of dark clouds that constantly loomed over the city.
"Oh dear, what a surprise. Having you wake up by yourself for a change is a bit worrying. What's wrong?"
Patrick Pazuzu, a former patrol guard of winged city, sat up on his bed as he scratched one of the short horns protruding from the sides of his head as he instinctively nodded to his wife's words before suddenly disagreeing with her.
"I have no idea why you would assume something is wrong. Is it a crime to wake myself up sometimes?"