The outskirts of Platinum Jail, where the walls used to stand tall and hold up the starry sky, looked a little like the Northern District now. That was the first thought Clear had when he began searching the perimeter. All that was left was a long, circular strip of foundation, like a scar left in the island, and many of the buildings here had long since been abandoned. It was a familiar feeling, walking quietly among the urban decay like this.
There really was no good explanation for why he was here, or why he was doing this. He wasn't even sure what he was attempting to do exactly. All he knew was that when he wasn't paying attention, his mind drifted. His feet felt restless. He couldn't ever completely relax, knowing that somewhere out there was someone like him.
The Alpha. Clear honestly never thought he would see another one of them, especially not this one in particular. They'd spoken briefly before (if you could call that a conversation,) but there were still so many things left unsaid, so many questions unanswered. Maybe that was why he was out here in the middle of the night, combing through the relics of the past for a living ghost.
Reportedly, his so-called wayward brother had been seen haunting these parts, though if he had then he certainly wasn't leaving a trail. It didn't seem like much of anyone came through here anymore. After the first week, it almost seemed like a lost cause...
Until Clear found the warehouse. While it was possible that any squatter could have been living here, something about the place was calling to him. Some odd familiarity resonated within him when he looked around at the way the crates were arranged, at the neatly placed items that seemed to have been recently gathered, free from the dust that covered everything else inside.
As usual, the shiniest thing in the room was what drew his eye. The android weaved through the clutter and picked it up to get a better look, turning it over in his hands thoughtfully. It was a small glass globe full of glitter that rained down when you shook it, but what was even more interesting was the tiny model figure inside it- Oval Tower.
Clear swallowed around the lump in his throat uneasily. The sight of it after such a long time was a little disturbing... Still, there was only a few people who would keep something like this, right?
