Kai stepped of the bus with a small suitcase in hand. He adjusted the strap on his bag, gncing at the rundown houses through the street. The bus rumbled away behind him leaving only the distant echo of its engines and the scent of gasoline in the quiet morning air. The street was desote and serene. Kai figured from the surrounding signs that this was Thornwood, his childhood estate. Once bright and full of life, now gloomy with an overwhelming fog shrouding every house. The trees didn't move, the wind didn't blow, everything was silent. Kai was slightly dissapointed to see his childhood estate so mencholy, but through optimism, told himself it's fine for a new beginning and that he will find a more joyous area ter in his life.

  Although not pnning to stay in Thornwood full time, Kai had spent the money his parents gifted him on a rundown house. At first, it was grey and lightless, rats dominated the floors, flies ruled the skies with an iron fist. As of today, the house is of craftsman style; painted warmhearted white, illuminating beneath the blue skies that fail to reach Thornwood. Kai's bedroom was of average size, yet decorated beautifully. Vines hung from the walls, his soft orange light shined at nighttime, forming his own version of the sun. His bedroom window gave a lovely view of a rge steep hill. Atop the hill, however, was a steelwork factory with a heavy sign reading "Grayson Manufacturing". It loomed over the hill, its rusted metal walls casting long shadows in the fog. Kai's kitten, Twinkle, id on the edge of the bed, anticipating bedtime with Kai, ocasionally meowing and tapping Kai to indicate its tiredness. Kai eventually id on the bed, stretching before sleeping on his back. Twinkle rested on Kai's legs, ocasionally rubbing his head against Kai's ankle and purring. Kai fell asleep, pondering about the day ahead. Twinkle fell asleep pondering about his next bowl of milk.