Contrary to the usual bustle, the streets were deserted, with only a few passersby. Even a dropped coin could accumulate dust on the ground, with nobody picking it up.
Harrison Clark didn't know what had happened, but he was too preoccupied to ask. He simply walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.
The quiet outside environment left him with fewer distractions.
Solitude was the best breeding ground for divergent thinking, and subconsciously, Harrison's mind began to wander.
He had figured out most of his plans, but one issue still bothered him.
The issue of leadership.
He didn't like the position of leader very much.
This time, he reluctantly forced himself to take up the mantle.
From the outcome, he did quite well.
However, he would rather have an absolutely trustworthy, intelligent, and charismatic leader to shield him from the wind and rain, while he only needed to provide information and charge bravely forward. That would be great.
