Arcade

"What am I doing here? What did he call this again?" He thought hard of what Conrad told him. "Ah… Arcade. That's right, he told me to come here to ease my so-called stress, he says. What am I even doing here? It's full of youngsters lingering around."

Indeed, the arcade was full of youngsters. Teenagers were occupying almost 80% of the place. He was new to this, the space, the interiors of each wall, it was nothing like he had ever seen. 

He took a deep breath, used his hoodie hat on, and inserted his hands in his pockets. Started marching inside and viewing each and every stall. The arcade was filled with colourful machines, his eyes even hurt because of its brightness, although he could see very clearly in the dark the fact that this much brightness is already making him dizzy. 

I might still be under the healing process.

He remains on his proper diet of blood intake. He can't be using too much or too few, there has to be a balance.