Snippet #2677788

The call in response only caused Haruka to bolt back into his tent. They must have seen him, why else would they say something like that? He scrambled towards one of the old suitcases that housed his clothes, and donned a beanie to cover his head. He did not dare venture from the tent, for fear of being seen again and possibly being taken away by the police. He knew that even a week in jail would be nightmarish for someone such as himself, on the street he at least has the luxury of being able to be alone.

One other thing came to mind, a glinting piece of metal by his bed. A butterfly knife, lifted from a would-be mugger a few years ago. He reached for the knife and held it in his hand, keeping it folded shut so that he only has to open it when it's needed. If everything went well, he wouldn't need it.