Andre continued walking.
Eventually reaching one of the city's larger food districts.
The smell was incredible.
Unfortunately.
Food cost money.
A concept Andre strongly disagreed with.
Several minutes later he was somehow eating grilled meat.
Nobody knew where it came from.
Not even Andre.
The cook certainly didn't.
As he walked through the crowd—
He bumped into somebody.
The hooded figure stumbled.
Andre stumbled.
The grilled meat survived.
Barely.
The hooded figure adjusted their cloak.
Andre froze.
The voice.
The posture.
The attitude.
Even with the hood.
He recognized it instantly.
His eye twitched.
The figure slowly looked up.
Andre pointed dramatically.
"It's you!"
The hooded figure froze.
"..."
"..."
The crowd continued moving around them.
Neither moved.
Neither blinked.
...
..
.
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Then—
Elsewhere.
Far away.
The sounds of metal echoed through a massive warehouse.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
Sparks flew.
Workers moved between towering structures.
Crates.
Machinery.
Steel beams.
Tools.