Snippet #1108475

Shuuya lept from his position on the roof, landing in the street easily. He stands up, and adjusts his tie once more. His dull expression remains unchanged as he walks down the quiet streets. He purposely avoids large crowds, hoping instead to find the old merchant he had bought his flute from.

It was an odd flute, no matter how you look at it. Made in the shape of bone, and pure white in color. He had happened across it from an old man, that he remembered. The old man was just a traveling merchant but it struck an odd sense of familiarity within Shuuya. He knew he had to buy it immediately after seeing it.

Anyways, at the time the lanky guy was walking towards the castle. There would be more and more people as he got closer, which made him nervous, but he would also see the various merchants and shops when he got closer. He ran a hand through his messy black hair once more. This wind's irritating me... He thought. His formal atire couldn't really be explained. From the point of his lost memories to this time, he had worn clothes like this. He was hoping that wearing what he must have worn when he lost his memories would bring a little of his memories back, but it had proved useless to this point.

"Hm...?" He looked up, the merchants were appearing closer and closer. Various knick-knacks, weapons, and the like were set up in small tents, and behind those sat larger shops which sold a variety of things.