Stavros found himself wondering around in a city. He didn't recognise this city, meaning that he probly hadn't been here before. "So another city, another day, and another hopeless existence." He said to himself. He crossed a street without looking at the light. A car stoped a few inches away from him,"Move it retard." An angry middle-aged man yelled out of his half-broken down car. Stavros merly crossed the street, he didn't care what this man thought, he didn't care wat anybody thought. Nobody cared about him so why should he? He eventually came opun a park and sat down on a bench. Little did he know that a Hunter was near.