Snippet #2661923

The Middle Eastern man dressed in his formal business suit uncreased completely impeccable as appearances did matter even in a scum haven like this place was, even just a cursory look around the dilapidated streets did not increase his opinion in fact his opinion continued to be lowered. Rubbish, discarded needles lying everywhere, the smell of filth and grime permetating and aggressively molesting ones nostrils. It was a labour to even move through this place, and boarded up windows and doors all over the place while graffiti assaulted much of the brickwork and stone around. The pavements slabs were uneven or completely gone while the road signs had been destroyed or bent into such shapes that seemed unreal. This place needed some TLC and more he travelled through this place he grew to despise it.

Fortunately for him travelling through here should be dangerous, but people who approached him as easy target were suddenly hit with sense of pure disquiet that stung and made them unable to act. Malice rang off him and his aura exuded twisted unnerving hate, most junkies knew not to continue their idea of trying to rob him. Still he occasionally saw and merely scoffed, one time even speaking, "Go back to the depths from whence you came whelp... I have business here..."