After a quick shower and a change into more comfortable clothes, Fenrir made his way to his lab with a towel still hanging around his neck.
He glanced out the window as he passed by, clicking his tongue in mild annoyance.
"The square's getting noisier by the day."
He muttered.
From the second floor, he could see the little plaza just outside his block, which had once been a hotspot for low-tier gang activity. Now it was practically a playground.
Children ran between market stalls, laughing and tossing snacks to each other, and vendors yelled out prices over the buzz of conversation.
It was lively—and that irritated him.
He had chosen this building specifically for how abandoned it used to be.
"Why does every place I pick suddenly become popular?"
He grumbled, pushing open the door to his lab.
Inside, the familiar coolness of the lab washed over him.
