A shadow fell over the page. Omen stepped out through the window, his movements quiet, almost ghost-like. He leaned against the brick, eyes tracing the flight of a pigeon that had managed to find a gap between the power lines.
The sun didn't shine in the city; it just bounced off the glass of the high-rises and died in the alleyways. Jermaine sat on the fire escape, his notebook a heavy weight against his knees. Below, the block was a symphony of sirens and shouting, a rhythm he knew by heart but couldn't quite dance to. J. Cole - Caged Bird (feat. Omen)
Jermaine stood up, the metal groaning under his boots. He felt the itch in his shoulders—not for a fight, but for flight. He looked at his pen. It wasn't a tool; it was a key. A shadow fell over the page
Tell me which direction to take, and I can build out the next chapter. The sun didn't shine in the city; it
