He led me through the dark streets the sun just barely rising above, casting the sky into brilliant hues of champagne, violet, and sea. I despised it. Or, I would have. But I couldn’t seem to feel anything. Nothing. Everything. The streets became dirtier, and the people were more broken. Women crouched in alleys, clutching children covered in grime and dust. Men collapsed on the streets, some begging, some drunk, some dead. Broken bottles littered the streets like a darker version of children’s confetti.