After six long years locked away from the world, Baron had expected freedom to have a different feel to it. In a way, he felt like a little kid all over again, not sure of what do with himself, still waiting to be bossed around by his parents or a teacher. Do this. Do that. Don't do this. Don't do that. Baron took a few hesitant steps, nibbling on his lip ring, eyeing the street he had ended up on. Where to go now? Placing a cigarette on his mouth, he flicked his lighter a couple times, with no response. "Oh, come on..." he murmured, shaking it and clicking a few more pointlessly. "Fucking-- " Giving up, he put it back on his pocket, and while doing so, his fingers met a crumpled piece of a paper. Baron pulled it out and read it again, probably for the tenth time that day. Should've decorated that shit by now. He already knew very well that it had nothing but an unknown address scribbled on it. "Hey, you. You wouldn't happen to know where this is, would ya?" he asked to the nearest stranger, showing them the paper.
