―ᴇɴɪɢᴍᴀ
The city never sleeps.
It’s one of the ways that it’s similar to the deserts back home. Most creatures can’t handle the oppressive heat of the sun, choose to come out when the temperature drops and it’s easier to get around.
Most of the people here are trapped during the day and are only free to roam at night.
He prefers it that way.
Sometimes, the red light district takes on a more literal meaning. Storefronts are light up with neon signs and trim, bathing all that pass before them in a pink glow. The resulting vibe is similar to that of a night club without the deafening music and (until you go inside) sweaty, writhing people.
He doesn’t come here to interact with the businesses. He’s here to see the people, and there’s really never a dull moment.
He sees a man stumbling down the street with his tie in his hand, looking generally rumpled and confused. Despite his predicament, he seems to be having a good time. How nice.
There’s a group of girls huddled together and laughing as they walk past a massage parlor and continue on, towards more brightly-lit areas.
Another man, this time with his arm around a young woman who looks wholly uncomfortable, but continues to laugh at whatever jokes he can remember in his half-inebriated state. He can’t say that he wishes she could escape, but he can’t say that he wants the man to succeed at whatever he’s trying to do, either.
He wants to find someone more interesting.
It’s a while before he decides to retrieve a (slowly dwindling, ever crumpled) pack of cigarettes from his pocket to tap one out. It gets placed between his lips and he fishes out some matches from another pocket. He strikes one, let’s it burn for a second, and lights up.
And now he waits.
