The streets of Sermos were busy, like any other day. Cars honked in the streets, people and paralogos rushed to wherever they needed to go, as if they were going to run out of time. Nobody was paying attention to what was going around them, only focused on themselves, which resulted in a lot of bumping and grunting from everyone. At the side of a street, surprisingly empty, contrasting its surroundings, sat an older man in a wheelchair, looking around him, watch...
