Outside the Red Light District...
An old-fashioned Beetle sedan came to a stop.
It belonged to Father Tony.
As soon as he got out,
Father Tony saw Tom standing at the parking area of the Red Light District, smoking and looking somewhat listless.
For some reason,
Father Tony always felt that Tom was a bit off today...
Uh... seemingly a bit hollow.
But Father Tony didn't think too much of it.
Today he was very fashionably dressed, wearing a hoodie dress that the youngsters liked.
If you ignore his age, he thought he looked quite cool.
Father Tony pulled up his hood and walked over to Tom with his head down.
"Hey... I'm here."
Tom recognized Father Tony immediately, coughed, and after exchanging glances, they walked arm in arm into the Red Light District.
The neon lights cast a long shadow over both of them.
Once inside,
many women at the doors of the sketchy bars and hair salons along the streets of the Red Light District threw flirtatious looks at the two men.
