The arcade was buzzing with the sound of video games, laughter, and the occasional clatter of tokens hitting the floor. Bright neon lights flashed, reflecting off the glossy surfaces of the game consoles as players competed in various challenges. Alaric leaned against one of the machines, watching his friends intensely focused on a racing game, their shouts of excitement echoing throughout the room. He smirked slightly, amused by their enthusiasm.
The day had been relatively peaceful. After the tense encounters with werewolves and the secrets surrounding his past, it was refreshing for Alaric to simply hang out with his friends and relax. Yet, even amid the lighthearted atmosphere, he couldn't fully let his guard down. His senses were always alert, scanning the environment for anything out of the ordinary.
