A few foreigners brushed past Leon as he walked through the busy night streets with his hood pulled low.
It was late at night, but the Oak Market never truly slept. Located on the edge of Shinra District Fifty-Five, it was one of the most populated areas in the city, especially after dark.
Midnight shops lined both ends of the road, as their lanterns cast a warm glow that kept the streets bright even past ten.
Leon moved quietly among the crowd.
Smack–!
"Hey, watch it, brat!" a man hissed as Leon bumped into him.
"My bad." Leon pulled his hood down slightly and apologized without hesitation.
The man paused, his eyes flicking to Leon's face, then to the faint glimpse of hair and skin he had tried to hide.
"Tch. Foreigners," he muttered.
He shoved Leon with his shoulder and walked past with an irritated expression.
Leon didn't look back, nor did he react either, he simply took the next turn at an unhurried pace.
Then a shout rang out behind him.
