In a narrow and grimy corner of Stonepine City where flickering neon lights barely reached and the scent of smoke and rust lingered thick in the air, Caedryn walked among the filth and ruin of the slums.
His movements were slow. His gaze drifting in silence as he look at the alien world around him.
He hadn't walked freely in centuries.
The buildings were strange. The voices around them were louder. The clothes—especially the young women's—more revealing than anything from his age.
He blinked, momentarily stunned by how much had changed since he was sealed away and yet, a small, dark grin crept onto his lips.
This world was vulgar. But it was also ripe.
The young women on the street gave him wary looks noticing the way he stared with ancient and unfazed eyes beneath his tattered hood.
