starter for @chooseacard

Solitude. A concept that he embraced ever since leaving Badan. He craved it, really. The others may have accepted them among their ranks, but Ryou Murasame did not wish their company. It was too painful to think about having comrades again so soon.

He assured himself that one day he would meet with them more regularly. Spend some time with the other Riders, but for the moment, he needed quiet. Time to think and process what he’d lived through. Time to figure out the path he truly wanted to take.

He sighed as he walked along the sidewalk. The city wasn’t one he was familiar with, but he figured he could stay there for a while. He could be handy with tools and mechanic maintenance, so he didn’t worry too much with finding a job. The bonus, of course, was the lack of people who would recognize him. He could be left alone to his thoughts.

As he passed an alley, he paused and took a step back. Ryou turned to face the thing that took up the entirety of the space about halfway down. A blue stall, it looked like, sat right in the middle, a stark contrast to the trash bins and bits of litter. “What the...” his voice trailed off.

He could read the text on the box, recognizing it as English. “Police Public Call Box,” he read aloud, titling his head as it baffled him.