The city pulses with life. The glaring neon lights could almost blind you though the cacophony of sounds make it the perfect place for a good night walk.

  Below the towering skylines lies a chorus of voices sizzling grills and distant music fills the air. Stalls line the streets selling grilled meat, jewelry and other peculiar yet affordable objects.

  Here lies the diverse domain of Kanata, a land that is praised for accepting all kinds of races and giving them a second chance at life here. The night market in the capital of Kanata, Saton, is a daily occurrence that gives citizens a glimpse into all different kinds of cultures.

  “Authentic Nation jewelry for 50 doas!”, says one man.

  “Exotic fruits from a foreign country! Only on sale for today!”, says another.

  Walking along the main path, a cloaked man in brown, Saint, perks his head and turns to the stall selling the peculiar looking fruit. He looks down to see the oval shape, with brown on the outside. The individual little hexagonal buds extrude from the base showing just a little bit of red flesh underneath. It makes you wonder how it's supposed to be eaten. Saint looked up at the vendor, eyes sparkling, asking,

  “Only for today, you say?”

  “Yes! This one in particular is known to rot in just one day!”. The vendor exclaimed, “So get all you can for today!”

  Saint found it hard to prevent his cheeks from rising, his heart raced as he rummaged through his pockets. “Alright then… I’ll get your whole stock!”. He took out a large chunk of his money to give to the vendor.

  The seller, eyes widening, quickly takes the money and gives a bag full of that strange fruit in return.

  “Appreciate doing business with you, good sir! Enjoy!”, to which he goes back shouting about fruit from a foreign country, with a whole basket now gone.

  With the bag of fruit in hand, he continues walking along the paved path, much like what he was doing before. He took in the smells of foreign herbs, as he breathed out, his grip on his paper bag was beginning to weaken. As if on cue, Saint let out a big yawn.

  “Perhaps it's time I head back…”, Saint decided to go through a back alley since it was a shortcut going back to his room. However , as he began walking there, he felt a sudden shudder. His legs started tensing up as if he wasn't sure if he was safe walking there. But he knew one thing for certain, he was being followed.

  Saint sighed at his predicament, he snuck out knowing this could possibly happen to him but, the only difference now is, he was completely alone, with no one to protect him.

  It was then he heard a loud crash behind them, while this did make Saint’s heart stop for a second, he turned around to inspect the damage that was inflicted in the surrounding area.

  When the dust settled, he found the silhouette of a man. He was in a black suit jacket with matching black pants. The white collar shirt showing underneath was unbuttoned one button from the top, showing a beaded necklace just around his neck. One hand he was carrying a suitcase the other a gun, pointed at Saint.

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  The grip on his gun was tight, the blood was rushing up to his head. He was indeed angry. He got down from the debris he made and walked closer and closer to the already stunned Saint.

  “Hello, Migi!”, Saint looked up, waving to the black suited man that was now in front of him, gun down. His suitcase was on the ground and his now free hand to adjust his glasses. “That was quite the mess you made there!”

  “Why hello there, Mr.Saint.” Migizi replied, arms crossed with a very stern expression. “I’ll have someone clean this up later…”

  Saint smiled as he pulled down his hood to reveal his face. His doe-y brown eyes relegated the lights of the city night market. His hair parted to the side, long enough to reach his shoulders. His tan skin glistened in the city lights, pronouncing his feminine leading facial features.

  “That was not very funny.”, Saint stood up brushing the dust off his cloak before picking up the bag full of strange fruit. “ I was planning to put off the paper work until tomorrow! I at least wanted to have a little break!”

  “Even though you just became the leader just 2 weeks ago!? Now that wasn’t funny at all Mr.Saint!”, Migizi replied, putting the gun in his suitcase. Saints eyes narrowed going downwards for a second.

  “Yes, that's right. There’s still much that needs to be done.”

  “Exaclty, it is indeed too late for work, you should at least sleep early to get a head start tomorrow.” Though Migizi’s face was showing a slight smile, it felt as though he was mocking Saint when he said that.

  Migizi thought to himself how someone as lazy and incompetent as Saint ended up becoming the leader of a whole domain, the leader of Kanata. He shouldn't have to tell the literal leader to go to bed. But he quickly put those thoughts aside as they headed back to Saint’s area of rest.

  “Yes, perhaps we should discuss that bill tomorrow. Ahh, well there will be that hearing as well…”, Saint said, looking back at Migizi. “What else should I do? Other than paper work, that is…”

  “We can figure that out tomorrow..” Migizi replied. He couldn’t help but quietly sigh at Saint’s question. Does Saint have any ambition? Anything he wanted to do ever since becoming leader? To make something better? While Migizi didn’t really care too much about the politics of the domain, he was starting to feel embarrassed to be serving under such a leader.

  Fortunately for the both of them they have arrived at the place where Saint’s room was, the Immaculum, A parliament building meant for dealing with domain wide affairs. It is customary for the current Leader of Kanata to reside in the Immaculum. The current leader being Saint himself.

  “Finally home sweet home!”, Saint said. “It's only been two weeks and I have completely fallen in love with this place!”. The Immaculum was indeed immaculate. The walls were completely made of quartz, pure white arches and pillars decorating the outside. The inside has a similar fashion or arches and pillars along with marble flooring and glass chandeliers. Truly a place befitting a leader.

  Migizi had escorted Saint to his room in an attempt to prevent Saint from leaving the Immaculum again.

  “Ah wait!” Saint put the bag of strange fruit on the table. “Try this fruit with me!!”

  “And why should I do that?”, Migizi replied.

  “because it rots in one day!!”

  “…you actually believed that?”

  “……….”.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “COME ON JUST TRY IT WITH ME!”, Surely not anyone was expecting Saint to finish a whole bag filled with one single fruit are they?

  “Ok fine…”

  And thus they began munching on the strange fruit before calling it a day.