Stray

Entering the side of an unpopulated street, Seth quickly changed his appearance to normal, as well as his clothes, before donning a simple black cloak and walking back out.

Following the main street, he slowly walked towards the city outskirts trying to follow the way he remembered from his past life.

Turning a corner, he felt a hard hand pressing on his shoulder and a hoarse voice speaking in his ear.

“Friend, this is not a place where you should be. Turn around if you know what is good for you.”

Seth smiled under his cloak at the sense of deja vu he suddenly got and stopped before asking: “You got me, but is there a way for me to be allowed entry? I need your services after all.”

The hand slowly left his shoulder, allowing Seth to turn around and see a man of small stature wearing a similarly simple black cloak. His face was not visible, even from a close range, the light of the street lamps only shining on the man’s back.