Straddling the seat of his Fenrir, his chest lowered towards the broad body of the bike as it vibrated with life between his thighs, Cloud allowed his gaze to travel over the sign posts along his route. He recognised none of them. With a deep groan reverberating in his chest, the blonde reluctantly admitted defeat and pulled up to the nearest kerb to reread his latest instructions. Lowering a leg to rest with ease against the sidewalk, he pushed himself to sit back on the bike as a heavy, dejected sigh escaped past his lips. He wouldn’t admit to being lost, not to anyone, he was simply deciding which road to take that would get him to his destination quicker. His teeth ground together while he reclined enough to reach down and fish the delivery note out of his back pocket, the paper torn and damp from the rain but the writing scrawled across the sheet was still legible.

     “Where the hell is this?” he muttered to himself, the confusion furrowing his brow and pulling his lips down into a frown.