With the dark of night comes the cover of shadow in which Jiyong prefers to lurk, and this night is no different. He hasn’t gone far; normally it wouldn’t be uncommon to find him far beyond the walls of either of the still populated districts, in the far recesses of the once populous city. Tonight though he hovers in the free zones nearby, with cooler winter temperatures already starting to threaten his advances for the year. That, and he has an early client in the morning, so he doesn’t have all night to be on the prowl.
Instead of playing by ear though, tonight he knows exactly where he’s going. He’d caught sight of it during one of his other excursions but only now has had the time to explore-- every other time he’s passed the building he’s had something far more important to tend to, such as pilfering for things he actually needed. For the first time in what feels like months, he can finally hoard for things he wants.
Which is how he finds himself scrabbling up the rubble at the side of the building towards and old broken window he’d found to let himself in. The drop from the opening isn’t terrible, and luckily there’s something else he can land on that won’t make the fall too long.
Old toppled over book cases.
He drops into the library with a quiet thud of his boots, catching himself with a few heavy forward steps as he lands on the uneven footing of novels from generations past and eventually down to the actual floor.
“Now,” he murmurs to himself, “where would you be?”
