A few minutes later, Lane was ready to head out, dressed all in black. Black sneakers, black cargo trousers, and a black hoodie, one that had a particularly big hood, that could hide Lane's pink hair and his face very well. He even had a black neck gaiter to match. He looked a bit like a thief.
Which wasn't all that hard from the truth. He was going to steal…
If that could still be called stealing, when he was actually stealing from himself. Or his past identity, to be precise.
Noah Murray had just passed away, so it was the best moment for Lane to sneak back to his apartment. His father would likely be in hospital, going through all the formalities, while Damien should be busy with the dungeon break… And he wouldn't be able to go there without Noah's father anyway.
In line with the dubious nature of his return, Lane didn't leave his place through the door. Instead, he stepped out to the balcony.
