The complex met corners between a small town and a group of a library that was next to a small shopping center. Then you would have the subway that lead to that white city. Charles kept staring out that frosted glass from his desk. He had work to do, tests to study and food to buy. The midnight sky was aluminated by the street lights and the cops' cars downstairs. He ran his hands through his dark brown hair and felt his cold, pale skin. The cops ran to his apartment, letting out a few knocks and clicks and buzzes from the radio. Charles shuffled to his door, in his sweat pants and a robe. "Can I help you officer?" He mumbled.