Fateful Encounter

Cian grunted while putting his jacket on. Dealing with barely any sleep had been getting harder lately. Not that it wasn't his own fault. He didn't have a job, he dropped out of school a few years ago. That meant he had to make money in some other kind of way, right? And thát meant he had to go out at night to deliver some drugs to junks, or whatever could earn him money. He took out his cellphone and sighed when he noticed no one had called or texted him for a job. Scrolling through his contacts, he found a guy that had jobs most of the time and sent him a text.

Not that he minded living off canned food in his apartment, you know. And he was being honest thinking that. This is how everything turned out to be, and he didn't think it was gonna change anyways. He looked up when he heard something. Cian grabbed his hood and pulled it up. It was better not being recognized by anyone at this time of the day. Or night.

Filthy peasants. A bunch of punks thinking they could rob an adult. At this time of day it would be a simple plan: Corner the guy in an alleyway and make him choose between wealth or health. Not with Fehn, though. He made short work out of three teenagers. A new cigarette. The old one burned out rather quickly. Reaching into his pocket, he got out his black case of cigarettes, dropping the old one in a small puddle of blood that was left behind.

Business was going slower than usual and nobody from his crew had contacted him with good news in days. Members of the gang were decreasing rapidly and that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It was just a valid reason for Fehn to get irritated at the rest.

The sky seemed dark. Fitting, if not a bit ironic. Darkness to hide the darkness that goes on in it. It works in his favor, either way, so he's not complaining. Time to leave this alley.

Still in the slumps. This is where he was most of the time when out on business. Usually he'd just stick to his own place, but recent events made him go out in the field more often.

More people than usual. Annoying. Take the next left. There should be less filth there.

Just as he predicted. Only a kid. A teenager, probably. Fehn's leather boots crushed a piece of candy wrapper the brat had thrown down. Noise, yet again. The kid seemed to have noticed him, as he pulled up his hood and walked further.

Something about this kid... Fehn decided to follow him.