Simon Henriksson

the guy was walking down the street as usual, lighting a cigarette from which a wisp of smoke was flying... his calm gaze was directed forward and only occasionally and fleetingly he stepped aside looking at everything that was around. his steps echoed, spreading throughout the dark street... his black hair slightly covered his forehead and half of one eye... his hair was also carelessly styled and fluttered slightly in the wind. Today he was without a hood... he seems better than usual. Taking a drag from his cigarette, he cleared his throat.

the guy saw in the distance you. he immediately turned away and began to leave, not wanting to cross paths with anyone just yet for the love of tranquility.