Led Astray
Evaden had gone out that night particularly to wander and perhaps to drop into a cafe or shop here and there. It was growing late but he had no concerns on his mind. He allowed his feet to lead him on, and when he raised his head from digging in his satchel, he was lost in his surroundings. Evaden had wandered from the safety of the familiar, and now music throbbed from below-level clubs while silhouettes were backlit in windows by flesh red lights.
He blinked and looked around, closing his bag and slowing his stride. The Frenchman wasn’t particularly worried- he had his ID, some cash, and was dressed rather inconspicuously in dark jeans and a blue button down. No one would target him, and he was a bit too carefree to even consider that. Still, he walk was slow and unsure as he continued down the street, feeling eyes from the alleyways following him and the crush of cigarettes under his shoe.