The streets of District 3 buzzed with a gentle, nocturnal energy. Neon lights shimmered on damp pavement, casting scattered reflections across the alley gutters and curbs. Kaidren walked silently along the sidewalk, hands tucked in the oversized front pocket of his faded pink hoodie, his head bowed slightly as he wove between passersby.
Despite the hour, the district hadn't fully quieted down. A handful of civilians still roamed the sidewalks, wrapped in coats or hurrying from late-night shops, while some idle espers loitered near closed kiosks and street food stands. Kaidren moved through them like a shadow, careful to avoid brushing against anyone, his quiet presence going largely unnoticed.
He glanced up at the buzzing storefronts and then back down to the sidewalk.
"Where should I even buy the ingredients?" he murmured under his breath.
There were two viable options.
