Kael froze as a guard turned the corner of an alley and locked eyes with him.
'FUCKKK!'
'Am I too unlucky or was this because my hexagram worked earlier leaving me with bad luck.'
Kael controlled his curses and started the act.
Kael lowered his gaze, keeping his expression meek. He bowed slightly."Y-Yes, Officer?"
The guard stepped closer with a narrowed glare, hand hovering near his sword hilt.
"What're you doing here at this hour, huh?" he barked.
Kael's eyes flicked around. No one else was nearby. A dangerous thought arose a bit and he wondered if he should kill but his gaze landed on a pile of garbage stacked beside a tavern wall. He instantly moved toward it.
"I-I was just—"
"STOP!" the guard roared, sword half-drawn.
Kael ignored him and shoved his hand into the garbage. The stench hit hard rotting food, soggy bread, and fish bones.
The guard stiffened, stepping back with a scowl."What the hell are you doing?!"
