Thunder rolled over head, warning the patrons walked the streets of the modern city of the impending rain. The few walking along the streets heeded the weather mans advice and walked with umbrellas and heavy coats. A tall lanky young man lifted his head to the sky as he walked from the building. Looking to be bi-racial his mocha brown face frowned slightly, running a hand through his thick black hair that was neatly combed back. Looking back he gave a frown at his mundane job, a server at a bar and grill. The night shift proved to be rather fruitless but he still left with a moderate smile on his face. Until that was, he heard the thunder roll. With his uniform still on and his tip money safely tucked in his pocket, he tugged his leather jacket around himself more as he walked to the bus stop. His hazel eyes glancing at the occasional poster as he walked. The picture of a neko catching his attention. The advert was for a bakery or something. So he assumed but it wasn’t so much the subject that got him thinking. Neko came from the continent across the seas. Highly respected and talented in their own home, this wasn’t the same where Vincent Mcoy lived. Neko looked human although lithe in form, with cat like ears and tail. This town could be harsh at times, often shoving the Neko’s into poverty or into situations of crime. Vincent though it was sad, as did his mother. But his father had a much more selfish way of looking at it. ‘If it doesn’t concern us then we shouldn’t worry about it.’ Vincent rolled his eyes as he thought about his fathers words. He made it to the bus stop, plopping down on the bench and pulling his phone from his pocket. He numbly fiddled with it a moment as he started to pull up a game to occupy his time while he waited for the bus. But the sounds of a scuffle caught his attention and he looked up from his phone to see what was going on.