The dim lights on the side of the street were oddly comforting as you made your way down the cold, unforgiving alleyway. Every so often you would glance around at the sound of a noise you could never find the source to. The intention of your trip wasn't the best. You were going to find him, but he didn't want to find you.
You made your way down the street you knew so well, only stopping to catch your breath. You have been walking for a little over two hours, and it was starting to get to you. You knew it was dangerous to come back, but at this point you didn't really care. Everything you are doing is in hopes that you will see him again, no matter the costs.
Eventually you make it to his shop, and you stop to think about what you are doing, but nothing really mattered anymore. You put your hand on the handle and began to push the door open.
