Reflection of Another 2007

Bullets struck above my head, filling the air with brick dust. It seems those guys across the street had seriously decided to shorten my life. Why does every time I leave the base gates it always ends like this? Of course, I wanted to get back to 2007—to strum my guitar in the company of dark-haired girls. But it’s a different 2007. By day, on the empty streets of the city, a fight of all against all is underway, and at night, something even more frightening than people emerges from hidden dens. And I will definitely find a way to get out of here.