[ It's fine like this. It's fine. He hums as he walks, accustomed to the darkness, because he doesn't need to see— the scarf is wrapped up all around his head and face, completely blocking out his vision and muffling the sound somewhat too, but he doesn't need to see in order to get around town.
All around him is death. That's what he'd seen, and he's confident that he'll be able to sense anything that's dead and decaying.
What he's not confident is where the heck is he, because he can't sense anybody at all. Maybe because they're not dead. ]
maya
All around him is death. That's what he'd seen, and he's confident that he'll be able to sense anything that's dead and decaying.
What he's not confident is where the heck is he, because he can't sense anybody at all. Maybe because they're not dead. ]