Oct 17, 2019
@takatorabatta
This isn’t London. It’s not smoggy enough to be London, the air is actually cleaner here and also he doesn’t recognize the place. It’s strange. Alfendi isn’t prone to hallucinations, and he’s already tried to pinch himself awake (and it didn’t work, because he’s still here).
A memory of his father and his father’s assistant showing up in the back of a cart on the way to an unknown town makes him shudder inwardly, and with both hands tucked in his white coat, he approaches the first stranger who bothers looking back at him.
Please don’t be another Labyrinthia. Please.
“Pardon,” Fendi starts off with a polite tone, because it’s better for him to kick off any interaction that way, “but do you know where we are?”