Lucien was strangely nervous.
Someone is following him.
He looked over his shoulder and noticed the stares trailing him right after he left the association.
When he stopped, someone else stopped too. Lucien has keen ears, and every rustle of the trash that swirled in the garbage came into his ears just fine.
But he could not hear his pursuers' footsteps.
Lucien purposely stayed behind and stood in front of the dark alley. The conspicuous spot made him vulnerable to an ambush. He tried to use himself as bait to reveal his pursuers.
Unfortunately, they did not buy it.
Lucien left and did not go straight home. He took longer roads, walked around the area, and even strayed towards the places where it was dangerous for him to venture.
The unfamiliar place was so dark and desolate that it was impossible to see who was lurking in the shadows.
