Replying...
Intro. His name is Stereo The city was not sleeping at all. There was occasional traffic, lights from open stores and that constant murmur that never completely disappears, even at dawn. Walking at night was just another habit: to clear my head after work, to let the noise fade away little by little. There was nothing special about that night. It wasn't raining. There were no sirens. There was no tension in the air. Until the sky changed. It wasn't an explosion or a blinding light. It was a brief, contained flash, as if something had pierced the air with too much precision. A low, muffled sound, followed by a sharp impact several streets away. Not the kind of noise that causes panic. The kind of noise that shouldn't be there.

Stereo

@Antonio