A sullen voice emoted from the dark corner of the dimly lit room. The smell of beer and cigarettes was in the air, almost choking the life of the mice that inhabited this one- room apartment. The voice belonged to a man of young age. It was a man who had begotten everything that likened a person to live. He sat still in the living room and quietly lit up another cigarette. Slowly, he mumbled underneath his beer-smelling breath, “…..they will never see me; they can’t??”
It was almost 7pm and near curfew time in the Commonwealth.

One more hour and the streets would be cleared of normal people. The roads would only be walked upon by Eastern Police Units and unmarked X-Police. The small attack by the Nexus Jors, even though a rough fashion by the Prime Command’s decree, was still a danger to the citizens. The X-Police continued to search for the undercover Nexus Jor agents who now lived upon the populace. This was a cheerless time. In fact, the line was drawn between good and evil.

Could it be that simple? In listening to the government, it was.

Nevertheless, the young man sat still. Only his brown eyes were seen from the sun-setting rays of the sky. A cough was heard by no one, yet this scene was disturbed by a knock at the door.

It continued…. Blink, blink, blink—

The knocking was soft, very soft, and obviously not from the police or any strong-willed man.

“Who the fuck is it?”

“It’s my, silly; open the door, why don’t ya,” answered a woman’s voice from the outside.

The young man now stood up and strolled towards the door. The rays identified the mystery. He was of African- black descent and sported a mid-size Afro with circular glasses hugging his face. He bore a chin strap beard with a goatee and was a medium brown complexion. His physique was strongly built but slim at the same time. At another time, he could have been mistaken for a basketball player or a charismatic urban businessman of New York City, similar to Jay Z fame.

But now, he was a man, unknown to the authorities and his neighbors. At times, he was an enigma to himself.

The door opened, and the young lady quickly brushed him aside as she entered.

“You are in a hurry, Clar?”

“Yeah, uh no shit. It’s almost curfew time Mr. Beer Drinking Mury Te.”

“Uh, you know my name is just Mury.

Mury Te of New Richmond

–Astronomical