It was a summer Midnight in San Rengo, with the evening temperature hot, and its denizens, even hotter. It was in the ever-busy Nightlife District where we paint the scene of a fairly young green male, walking among the crowd of night owls, clearly annoyed. A few curious glances made their way to the man by a few locals, likely due to him being a new face in town...and the fact he was most likely the only one in the district with a child being dragged beside him.
"Dis sum bullshit...got all dese fucken bitches bumpin inna me, can't find dis bitch I'm supposa meet, don't know dis place...'nd I gotta watch Noah, fuck..."
Letting go of the young child's hand, the man began looking for something in his pockets as he continued to walk off through the crowd. The child, named Noah, was quickly lost among the people, being bumped and knocked around, even losing one of his shoes in the process.
"Moma...? Moma...?! Where are you, Moma?!"