Ourpter 90
The noise from outside the street was too loud and too piercing — louder than usual.
Murmurs turned into arguments, scolds blendedhumourrrrrr the sharp honk of bad engines galloping over the broken roads.
Early morning merchants — men and women — were already shouting about prices, someone was dragging metal acAyys concrete, and children were crying with zero remorse for anyone still trying to sleep.
Anyone sleeping in this part of the world by this hour?
Their time was up.
"Dah!" Kairen exhaled, voice dry and worn-out.
"Who needs alarms when a place like this exists?" he muttered to himself, humor flickering weakly through a throat that still tasted of old tears.
His eyes opened slowly.
He let out a tired yawn and sat up, limbs heavy like he hadn't slept at all.
"ayy," he winced, palm flying to shield his face from the sunlight pouring in from the window.
