The street lamp's light stings, like a fiery blast before death. The silence of the night is broken by foot falls and the screaming of the sirens. Into the darkness, he descends away from the noise and the streets. Darkness overwhelms, colour fading into a dark greyscale; the dim hiding the dirt, the grime, and the graffiti covering the sides. The noise is a lie, as every sound vibrates and echoes to give substance to every space; the paranoid illusion that he's being followed.
Deeper and deeper into the cavern he delves, the last vestige of of burning fire lit at the tip of his cigarette. In the black hole that surrounded him, no sound or light could escape. Illusions of smoke and memories half-remembered crept into his eyes.
He shivered; the air, silent, cutting through the layers of cloth. In the twisting caverns of pavement and brick, he had found the heart of the metropolis; it was cold.
The air crackled with elecricity, the humming of air conditioners audible over the twisted tho