The news that the old man had not been targeted by Tritus would soon be sent over to Larissa and the others, so Ning did not bother contacting them. He walked out of the hospital, into a city that was already alive despite it just being no later than dawn.
He looked to the east, watching the sun come over the horizon down the road in the distance. Instinct told him to go back into the hospital, to hide. Even to a Daywalker, the sun was an issue.
It didn't burn like it did to Vampires, but it still prickled their skin, making them want to scratch an itch.
But of course, Ning was no Daywalker. It was simply the memories of Valen Jassens that made him think so. Right now, Ning only had the aesthetics of a Daywalker, and none of the physical attributes.
He took a moment to go through his memories of the city and where he had to go to get back to his house. Once he mapped out the path, he left.
