Vatusia
I let myself go 'til I hit the ground
It had been a sunny day in the city, but now the sun was setting and the world was starting to chill. Even in late spring, the night got chilly out. Luka was really starting to regret not bringing a hoodie out. He'd been running errands after work and now was on his way home. Like so many others, Luka was taking advantage of the subway lines underneath Adehale. It gave them a place to set down the few cloth bags that he had from shopping. It wasn't much, enough groceries to last him a few days with some snacks and a magazine. Not that he'd needed the magazine in the first place. But it had provided an easy enough cover for why he'd stopped at the newsstand and paid the person working there. It honestly wouldn't have mattered. No one ever suspected the silver-haired man to be part of the Kavoc Mafia.
The overhead speakers let out that they were about to stop at his street. Luka quickly gathered his bags back up, looking around the car. There weren't a lot of people out this evening. It was the middle of the week and most people were already home from work. Perfect time to go out. Within the minute the train came to a jolting stop, swaying people in their seats and causing Luka to hit their shoulder into the pole they were leaning on. He winced but quickly hurried out the doors and onto the platform. The station wasn't the worst on the line, but there was still plenty of dirt in the corner and overfilling trash in the cans. Luka wrinkled his nose when a suspicious odor wafted from one end of the platform. He scurried towards the stairs that would lead back to the surface. If he hurried, maybe he wouldn't get so cold on his way back to his apartment building.
The overhead speakers let out that they were about to stop at his street. Luka quickly gathered his bags back up, looking around the car. There weren't a lot of people out this evening. It was the middle of the week and most people were already home from work. Perfect time to go out. Within the minute the train came to a jolting stop, swaying people in their seats and causing Luka to hit their shoulder into the pole they were leaning on. He winced but quickly hurried out the doors and onto the platform. The station wasn't the worst on the line, but there was still plenty of dirt in the corner and overfilling trash in the cans. Luka wrinkled his nose when a suspicious odor wafted from one end of the platform. He scurried towards the stairs that would lead back to the surface. If he hurried, maybe he wouldn't get so cold on his way back to his apartment building.