Armed Solution
Relatively Narrative Man
An orange glow began to cut through the dense gray fog, solitary in its presence. It stood tall and proud, not phased by the surrounding moisture. The fire slowly cleared up about a 15 foot radius of area, placing on display the pavement that once saw the rubber of tires glide against it, and the concrete that has seen every human interaction possible. All was not silent however, as a momentary noise broke through the air. The distinctive clang of metal pans could be heard. A pause took hold, and it seemed as if time stopped for a few solitary moments. A slow silhouette came into view, darkening as it drew nearer and nearer to the fire.
