‘The seeker’s prey has been released into the hunting grounds, but the seeker is unaware of another that has wandered in. Will the seeker be able to find both?’
Several well–placed cameras looked over the area, one of which spotted a drunk guy stumbling around while looking and then digging through the wallet he ‘found.’ Those watching this feed would See above his head the word ‘target’ in bold red letters. Another showed a second man dressed in a button–down with a tie. He had a big frame, but somehow, looking at him as he walked around the alley, many found it funny how he navigated, bumping into things and fearfully backing away with his hands out as if apologizing. Views added up over this new development.]
“Evan…. Evan Bartholomew Spent…. That is a funky name…” Laughed the drunk as he scavenged through the wallet he lifted. Not that he had need to see the I.D. inside, once he counted the money that was in the wallet, he decided that he’d get the name of the guy who kindly gave him a few bucks to spend. It was around now that he realized he had been in this alley for while and hadn’t been followed. “Guess I lost him… Ughh, Need to get home… Feels like I’m sober and drunk at the same time… No… Not a hangover… Just…?” As he rambled to him self, shoving the wallet into his back pocket, he saw a figured standing before him, a wall light shining orange against their tan colored coat. A hood covered their face and the rest of the coat came all the way down to their feet where two thick looking boots stood out, but the stranger was about the same height as the drunk. The puzzled expression on his face began to sink more, the stranger not saying a word or moving. Was it a guy? A girl? Both…Neither? He fussed with his eyes, something glinting at them from the stranger. Light beaming from the knife they had in hand.
(Its getting late. You cannot seem to find the thief who made off with your loot…”
“What do you do?”
“I think I’ve been playing too many of those games… I look at everything like a multiple choice question now…” Said Evan, the wallet’s owner. He had taken a wrong turn or two while chasing the thief, a chance wind making some noise in the wrong direction tricked him into thinking that he went that way. It was looking less likely that he’d find this guy, who probably cut out of this maze like alley moments after getting in.
(You have likely been set up… This is the ‘Thief’s Den.’ After a hit and run, they dart within and lose you inside. While making off with your loot, they will leave you to be maimed by the scum and low lives that dwell here. Perhaps you should make haste before the latter befalls you…)