Vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red shroud the sidewalk. Tall trees no longer green in the cool autumn breeze. The faint rustling of leaves fills the air throughout the neighborhood. The scent of a dew filled morning was all that one could smell.

The soft footsteps cushioned by the damp fallen leaves on the sidewalk create the only inorganic noise to be heard that morning. A small figure continued forward down the little street. Homes stand tall like protective walls around them. Blocking the bright rays of the rising sun from glaring in their eyes.

The birds sing around them, the day has only just begun. At such an early hour the road is mostly bare. Only spotted lightly with a few remaining cars left parked along the curb. The figure continues further, and further still to their destination at the coroner of the block.

Natural sounds of the nature around them are blocked out by the little figure's choice of music. Their favorite tunes make them vulnerable to anything around them. Looking up only every other minute to glance forward, the innocent soul is too ignorantly safe to realize the subtle mechanical hum trailing them ever so slowly