Worlds by the hundreds had he journeyed to, having experienced their brutality and outlandish differences aplenty. And even in the now, this world seemed intent on taking the mantle for utter savagery. Every corner he turned, a new horror lie in wake in this stinking city of disease, poverty and more. Novigrad, they called it; jewel of the northern kingdom. If this was the jewel, he struggled to envision what on earth what the rest of this land looked like.
It was an ideal place for the fiend to hide in. Humans aplenty, rampant with sickness and hearts on the edge of emotional collapse. A raw core in civilization, ripe for the consumption for the dark demon that he had followed to this plane of existence.
❝...Yet, it seems I’m the one being followed here. Isn’t that right?❞ A nonchalant comment on his follower that had taken to his new presence, turning around in a dark corner of Novigrad’s slums to address them properly. It wasn’t hard to tell that she was a woman, though her face was somewhat obscured by a hood, dark curls spilling out at the sides as she approached him. He remained at ease, knowing full well that she made no attempt to hide her presence some leagues ago when she first began tailing him.
What that indicated however, remained to be seen.
❝You sort of stand out among the rest of folk here. I take it you’re following me for a reason?❞ His expression was bemused at best, tone calm as ever while he regarded her patiently, a bare tilt of Riku’s head given as he awaited an answer.