Will Ashborn flew above the ocean, his eyes on the waves and people below. At the height he was currently flying, he was sure that noone would notice him. He flew over the beach and towards the city itself, his black wings keeping him aloft as he stared at the scenery, smiling to himself. 

'...This is the one time where I don't see the sand littered with bodies in my mind. Maybe it's a good sign.' He thought, as he neared one of the tall city buildings in a downwards dive. He landed atop it, gently, rolling as he did so. Will caught himself on the edge of the roof, swinging back on as he rested his wings. They slowly folded into his back, through thin two lines that were cut into his shirt. His green eyes stared at the city, as he listened for anything. Anything he could hear that was carried on the wind.