Unescaping thick fog plenished the broken down neighbourhood, buildings that jetted towards the welcoming sky had its wools peeling off deliberately.

The wind whispered through the closed-in buildings, whizzing past what seems to be an abandoned town.

Crying and whimpering was heard from the bordered off alleys, a kid scrunched up in a ball position sending echoes of cries that never found the end was spotted.

"Now kid" A mysterious deep voice spoke out, the hands of this voice fell upon the top of the crying kid's head stroking it adequately.

Jolted from the unexpected reveal, the crying kid popped its head up revealing to be a male with long, wavy black hair that waved side to side, showing his dull grey eyes that had no light left in them, just darkness at war with the light, blocking out all of the positive energy as it clung onto the collapsing cliff.

"There's no need to be sad all the time" The voice laughed respectfully.

"W-Who are you?" The boy's torn, weakened voice asked firstly.

"Me? I am your imaginary friend" The voice answered, sending warm signals through the boy's body even though he can't see this shadowy figure's face, he felt the protective gaze watch his every movement.

"Imaginary friend?" The boy asked puzzled, tilting his head to the right of his shoulder trying to find a spot to look at this talking figure that approached him from the shadows.

"Yes boy, I'm your imaginary friend that will keep you safe for eternity. Your soul may be deserted and cracked but there's still life and I want to make that true" The voice calmly explained, patting the boy's shoulder.

"Now, what is your name?" The voice asked.

"I don't have a name," The weak boy answered.

The shadow glanced around slightly and grabbed the attention of the tough fog that rubbed against its translucent skin.

"Zale Fog".

To Be Continued...