Even all the beauty it provides, Young Nicoliv dislikes the night. But not exactly how it darkens the lands, he loathes it because of how it darkens the people. Brings out the worst in them. Like a catalyst to their vile intentions. At the age of a decade, he has seen people kill each other too many times in the streets, or steal from the other, or do all despicable and unkind things, that in broad light seems too exorbitant.
Though in a lawless land like the polis of Lecouth, where s*****y and crimes are rampant, nothing can really be expected for a child as himself.
He looks up at the sky as he leans at the back streets of a brothel, despite the fumes of tobacco that fills the air, and lets his thoughts ride the wind. He has never been outside of Lecouth and he wonders what lies in th
