[Archivé] SIGNAL [Libre]

It was town he has never been. A strange feeling he has never had. A time he could not define.
Bumpy sound of skateboard scratched the street.
People there wore a dust of nervous and weird look.
Words had been kept low. Paces were quite fast.

Cutting around a sight cautiously,  Coi kept moving forward.
Making a sudden turn toward a dark alley randomly.
Deep inside a throat of alley, he snickered. A place in which surprised him.
He stopped.
A kick up to the skateboard. A hand push. He then got inside.

In the dim bar, drunks buzzed around. Clashes, punches, shouts.
Coi narrowed his eyes to dodge those “litter” sound. Thankfully, there, in ten meters, a table was set, at the corner, nobody noticed.

The glass of pink wine glinted. Still. Unmoved. Silently.
A pair of eyes reflected on the glass without emotion… staring at the clear liquid under the yellow light… trying to figure out something.
He drumming fingertips with heartbeat, it happened so familiar to him.
Last time… was … months or years ago? A blur memory answered.

Once settling himself down, a voice waved up- Eden has been captured. He had no idea who this woman exactly was, what she had done, where was she from… Since the JO ended, the rumor- or the news- had been spread like plague, eroding everyone’s voice and expression.
As the night fall, villagers fled in their house, dare not to appear outside.

Eden, this woman, cold and proud was one thing he knew, if the game of magic told him correctly.

Yet, there was an untenable mission, he still kept in mind. Always. He will get the power from anyone whom he kills the next.
On the table, glass of wine rippled carefully. An ominous pressure crashed. Something bad was going to explode.

Raising up the glass. In his ear, the gurgling sound rumbled…
An empty glass showed its elegance by shivering its shadow to the table.

Giving a quick glance around him… and
He snapped.

Suddenly, a bar full of drunker and heavy noise faded… Return to him was a “humanless” bar-like place, an empty place…
No one. Only bottles and glasses, some of them were broken.
Everything here was made out of magic, except for those wine.

He knew it, since the moment he pushed the door open.

And now, he just wanted to see...
Who did this? And why?