He saw, when this world is slowly dying. Cities turned to ash and ruin. The human mind slowly escapes the barrier of humanity and delves into a certain state, in which nothing matters, bar survival of the fittest.

he would rather be dead then live in a world where the memories of the old times tortures an innocent mind, dead in a world were every breath taken is slowly poisoning the body with insanity. One is left wondering, what day will be my last? A form of death within itself, left the wolfs inside your head, the haunting howl of time passing like the scream of the wind in this freezing winter. The peacefully fall of snow, nothing but a lie against the backdrop of a dying world. 

A world run by a system, exterminating the weak, useless and poor. Ones that cannot protect their own last connection with the earth beneath their feet and the air within their lungs. Can not remember the feeling of comfort and a warm bed, the silent calm streets or the feeling of their beloved pressed tight within their arms. These precious moment stolen from their grasp, as this evil grew stronger with every broken person, every spill of blood, feeding of the chaos of the streets. While protecting their prestigious lifestyle. Indulging in fine dining, riches unknown to so many of them. The , drugs, alcohol. 

Born into this world were, he was destined to die before he turned of age for the recruitment of the resistance or the system in which destroyed his hope of humanity and the dream of peace to the returned to the human race. Running was the only things he knew and that was just fine as long as it meant he could take a breath of fresh air every morning and watch the sun rise into the depth of blue. The only beauty left within this world.