Hustling through the networks of paths and dark corners, a young boy no older than in his early teens stumble his way through avoiding every obstacle and trash that blocks his way, flinching at the loud sounds coming from behind him. he quickly looks around he finds a tight space between a wall and a pile of plank wood leaning on it.

swiftly slipping into his hiding spot, he holds his breath as large men carrying weapons runs by huffing and cursing. one even dears to stop near him checking the area before running after the others.

once he was gone the boy slowly comes out of his hiding spot and looks back checking to see if there was any more of them before he turns his head and runs straight going to the only place he knows was safe. 

Alleyway was like a labyrinth of corners and dead ends anyone that enters would feel utterly lost but for this boy, the alleyways and the streets were his home. he knew every corner and every narrow route. you could say this was his kingdom.

"!" he cussed when he trips lucky for his fast reflex he was able to get put his feet out in time to stop him from falling over. sighing, he looks down at the small object that he carr