closed starter ✼ @nourfk where ✼ bus station when ✼ around 8:30pm
What started as an intriguing Halloween soiree turned into some kind of nightmare fuel. How could anyone imagine there was a killer on the loose? Especially one who had the audacity to off the mayor himself. All Louis could think about was the uproar in the mansion, everyone frantically speaking amongst each other and the blinding red and blue lights of police cars arriving at the scene. Before he knew it, he was being questioned only being let go into the wee hours of the morning with a business card, free dinner and a headache. So much for using up the prize.
Louis hoped to God there wasn't going to be another victim in its wake. It had to be an isolated incident, right? News of the tragedy spread like wildfire within the next few hours, with the city issuing a curfew and people bustling about in paranoia and suspicion. Shaking his head, he then checks his wristwatch, brows raising at the time — just past 8:30pm. He wonders if anyone was going to follow this curfew, given many businesses would suffer from closing early. And as he turns the street, he recognizes Nour waiting at the bus stop, looking quite unbothered.
"I thought you would've been home by now... Should you even be..." he trails, looking around, not so much as a soul in sight. "...out here alone?" He was one to talk.