Why wouldn’t the damn weather make up it’s mind. Atem stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He should have brought a heavier coat than the hoodie he had on, but honestly, it was 75 degrees yesterday. The weather just seemed to do whatever it desired lately, forecast be damned.
Still, he walked. It had become somewhat of a habit at this point. Every night, he walked. Of course, he was supposed to be sleeping when he was walking but that was neither here nor there. He got a decent amount of sleep...If he was Seto Kaiba, who everyone was aware was notoriously horrible at sleeping...
He decided to take a different route this evening. He had been walking along the docks every night for a week, but this time he made a left at the large green warehouse at the end of the pier. He didn’t think he had been this way before, which immediately interested him.
Atem made random turns until he was completely lost. “Well shit.” he said turning a circle trying to figure out just where the hell he was.