As the night shrouded Nexaria in its starry veil, people began retiring to their homes. Adrian pulled his hoodie out of habit as he treaded through the cobblestone streets.
He no longer needed to hide his face to cover his deformity. However, he still had enemies lurking in the shadows and couldn't afford to have his identity leaked. That's why his hoodie was still his best friend... until he left Nexaria for good.
Lamplights flickered as he made his way towards the store to sell the loot, casting an amber glow on the worn buildings. Despite the run-down condition of the slums, he often spotted people laughing their hearts out, but it didn't take long for him to spot someone fighting in some corner for the pettiest of reasons.
While people of the Central City might be repulsed and threatened by the unpredictability of the slums, Adrian had grown used to it. Maybe it was because his own heart was in a similar, unpredictable state.