It was a silent day in the city of Athens. It almost seemed like night. The sky was grey, the streets were bare and the wind was silent. Jordan Flapjack was probably the only one who was outside. He had long, dark brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a red hoodie, denim jeans and sneakers. He had no point walking outside. There was nothing to do. All the shops were closed. There was a bridge ahead and Jordan slowly broke out into a sprint. "Why..." He wailed as he ran. "No-one cares about me." He said to no-one in particular. "Goodbye." He whispered. Then he jumped.