The boy looked down the narrow, dirty alley. His hesitation would have been clear to any bypassers, that is if there were any. After the attack from the Dictator Sage, only those who were crazy enough to defy him and take his wrath stayed. He would have to decide, if he didn’t-no-he couldn’t think about that, that crazy, unimaginable reality. The boy waited for a while and sat down. He closed his shocking green eyes and fell asleep. He was startled awake by a man in a dark coat. The man stood above him, his face a few feet above the boy’s. The man’s hoarse voice was distinct and clear as he said, “Kid I don’t have all day long, you either buy it or don't buy it.” But the boy walked away, his courage to faint to save his father. He would never forget the look on his mother’s face when he told her that her betrothed would die.