It was in the corner of his eyes, but he noticed it, even if it was there only for a second.
Arken turned around, his gaze locked onto a particular hover car in the streets that quickly made a turn, along with the dozen others. There wasn't anything special with the exterior of the hover car.
"..."
He sighed, noticing something only he could have noticed, the black tinted windows of the vehicle and some other attempts at concealing the inside were futile in front of his eyes.
A normal human wouldn't be able to see what was going on inside the car, an awakened, one that was focusing on his surroundings would have realized there were two people in the front, but Arken knew there was only one.
The 'person' in the passenger seat was only a rotting head, taped to the seat as a joke of some sorts. Perhaps it had an advantage, but Arken didn't know what it would be, neither did he care about it.
