South pond of the park, refugee camp.
Aiden leaned on his cane with one hand while pointing a gun at the beggar's back with the other, signaling him to walk in front.
The beggar's face was covered in blood, and he mumbled weakly as he hobbled forward, cradling one arm and barely holding onto a lantern with his dangling fingers.
This pathetic act was performed at Aiden's behest to make it seem as though he had just endured a beating severe enough to cripple him.
This also made them stand out in the camp, and with the help of night-vision black magic and the sporadic firelight between tents, Aiden could see pairs of eyes filled half with fear and half with curiosity—young and old, men and women.
