(@Eluuna) It was midday. The city was bustling as usual, people going about their business. A young woman was holding her bag in her arms, using a hand to pull down her pencil skirt self consciously as she made her way to hee job in the library. A man with dark sat in his office, typing out his paperwork with a frown, his posture set perfectly. Another woman was on top of a tall buildings, a can of spray paint in her hand as she painted the wall. Adonis was in the florists shop where he worked, perking up and watering the flowers brightly.