How dark the sky was. It would start raining soon for sure... Shinji let out a sigh as he opened the door of the apartment building, and sled out like a shadow. He had his typical black coat, but nothing with himself - no bag, no keys, leaving the door of his own apartment unlocked. It would make the job of whoever would come to take his things after<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>just that much easier. A stack of paintings was left on the couch, together with the last rent money. He was leaving it all behind as neatly as possible. That was how he'd like everything to remain, that was the way he did it before, too, but this time he'd make sure that he wouldn't return anymore.<br/><br/>It was the end. Everything was disappearing before his very sight as he walked. Like a world of crumbling ash...<br/><br/>He mumbled something to a girl he accidentally ran into, somehow reminding him of the fainted girl that bought his paintings, but ignored that, and walked on.