The last thing Roman recalls is the park -- pristine and glowing in the mid morning sun; the birds singing. Then, just like that, it’s gone. The world’s swallowed into darkness -- the embrace of false sleep -- and, when he wakes, the park is gone. There, in its place, is a sprawling market place. To call it confusing would be an understatement, but Roman manages (somehow).
Displacement aside, the market’s rather lively -- a perfect place to visit, if the inhabitants weren’t hunting for his blood.
Roman dives for cover. He finds sanctity underneath a market stall, it’s owner elsewhere. “Haa, talk about unlucky.” He nods, and turns to the figure, crouched beside him.
“Wha--!” A hand flies to his mouth, crushing his screaming. Deep breaths now, doctor. “H-how long have you been here?! Wait, no. Are they chasing after you too?”
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