On a busy street in the middle of a bustling city,sat a man, covered in rags that barely covered every inch of his skin from the biting frost of winter.He had a brown thick beard that seemed to be harbouring a few fleas.He had generally handsome features but all that was hidden underneath a ton of filth and dirt.
The homeless man surely had seen much better days.Right now he had huddled and leaned on a tall skyscraper with a cup filled with a couple of coins in his hands,every once in a while he would shake the cup to the passersby the kind ones would drop a few coins.
The man stared at the sky it was Brighting up.He sighed as he felt a sense of helplessness wash over him ,a feeling he had come to know all to well.For the past five years the man had been racking his brain for an answer to a question he too didn't know all to well.
You see five years ago today the man woke up in the back alley of a diner near the downtown area of Xerxes city,his head throbbing in pain while his memory seemed hazy so much so that he couldn't remember his own name.
*Rumble*rumble*
The man's stomach started rumbling a sure sign that he was hungry.He stood up in a slow calculated manner as the concrete sidewalk he'd been sleeping on was too hard on his back.
He slowly rolled up his green worn out sleeping back and put it into his back pack,the city around him was alive with a host of various activities from street performers to people going to work to people just like him, those who society had forgotten about the in short the outcasts.
The man started walking towards a certain diner at the downtown area of verrindale