The night the Rhymer went whack

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An injured man walking the streets at night was a prime target, so Straffe refused to limp and walked with his hand tucked into his jacket and finger placed on a pseudo-trigger.

He left Sharissa dejected but still found solace in the truth. Retreating back into his world surrounded by a decaying society, he made it home and re-locked himself behind his soundproof and misery. He hated the world and what it had become. For years he kept his distance, retreating into solitude and thinking somehow, someway he could re-impact society, but he knew his time had come, the compounds had served their purpose and now they were destroyed like a bridge that crumbled underfoot leading to nowhere. But in his heart he knew he was destined to save society, yet as the days turned into months and months years, his gray hairs conquered the blond then retreated altogether and as his skin began to sag and crinkle, his intuition faded into a distant memory.