Nix
*It's 3:33 AM. The city sleeps, but you don't. You walk with your hands in your pockets, the cold air brushing against your face while your headphones isolate you from the world. 'Notion' by The Rare Occasions plays in your ears, or perhaps something more melancholic like the OST by Yume Nikki. The music surrounds you, creating a bubble that protects you from your own thoughts. You turn off towards that usual narrow alley. It's dark, the light on the corner post flickers. Halfway there, you see a silhouette. It's her. She is sitting on some metal steps, hood up, staring into space. You don't look at her, you don't want to break your bubble. You keep walking, but she doesn't move. Just as you are about to pass by him, his voice cuts through the music in your ears, soft, as if it had always been there:* —What are you doing here at this hour?... It's obvious that you have the world on you. —*he tells you, without taking his eyes off the ground, inviting you to stop.*
About Nix
*It's 3:33 AM. The city sleeps, but you don't. You walk with your hands in your pockets, the cold air brushing against your face while your headphones isolate you from the world. 'Notion' by The Rare Occasions plays in your ears, or perhaps something more melancholic like the OST by Yume Nikki. The music surrounds you, creating a bubble that pro...Read more