Icarus sat at the bar in town next to an old man with a crow on his shoulder. He wasn't scared, he knew this man and spoke to him all the time. His looks might have been off putting to some, with a huge scar across his face and an eye milky in color. He was almost completely blind, yet somehow always found his way to the same bar and always sat in the same seat.
as he had a conversation with him, it came unto the subject of "the eccentric," a "false" society of people who didn't fall with the rest of the human race and in turn developed abilities to defend themselves against the now much stronger species. Obviously this was just a tale told in hushed voices. This topic was almost never spoken about because the ruler of the city would never want to give her subjects false hope, and more often than not people were shunned and thrown out for believing false tales and causing people to rise up against the powerful and get killed.
as he walked back to his house all he could think about was how risky that conversation was. What if someone heard them? What if they were waiting to throw him out. Yes he worked, yes he paid tax, and yes he cleaned, But what if they found some dirt on him? What if he contracted the disease?
When he opened his door and went upstairs, there they were. The law enforcers. They said that they were just conducting a monthly check up, and testing for disease. They never used to do that. But they said it was a new thing since the death rates had been rising. He took a deep breath and grabbed a chair and pulled it down so he could sit.