The morning air was cool and refreshing, carrying a crisp chill as the golden rays of dawn painted the world in warm hues. Nyxander stepped out of his modest residence, the creaky wooden door softly grating shut behind him. He stretched his arms wide, unfolding like wings, and let out a yawn that echoed faintly in the quiet stillness. His misty breath hung in the air for a moment before dissipating.
"I have nothing until my evening shift," he mused to himself, his voice calm and reflective. "Might as well take the chance to explore and familiarize myself with the area."
With that thought, he clasped his hands behind him, the casual posture of a man at peace, and began his leisurely stroll. His boots scuffed against the cobblestones as he wandered beyond the familiar walkways.
