Darryl Jones walked the familiar streets of the Eclipse District, his tall frame casting long shadows under the dim streetlights. The slums were alive with activity despite the late hour. Vendors were closing up their stalls, and children played games in the alleys. Darryl's rugged features softened as he greeted the residents, his hazel eyes reflecting the lights of the district.
"Yo, Darryl! How's it going?" shouted a shopkeeper from across the street.
"Hey, what's good, man? Just making sure y'all safe," Darryl replied, his voice casual and friendly.
He stopped by Mrs. Johnson's food cart, where the aroma of freshly cooked meals filled the air. "Darryl, honey, you want some of this stew? It's your favorite," she offered, a warm smile on her face.
"Ah, Mrs. J, you spoil me. But yeah, I'll take a bowl. Thanks," Darryl said, his tone affectionate as he accepted the food. He took a moment to savor the taste, his mind drifting back to his own past.
