Ging was simply strolling through some city he forgot the name of. He was, because of lack of a better phrase, ‘off-duty’. But a Hunter’s job is never over.

Ging yawns, bored out of his mind. It was around midday, and he was already tired. Damn, he needs sleep tonight!!

Ging pauses as he spots a kid, dressed in a blue cloak and hat, rush past him, holding a loaf of bread in their grip.

The Hunter’s interest peaks, much more than he’d like to admit. This kid clearly stole it, and seemed to lose the people who were most likely chasing them.

As Ging watches the kid turn into an alley, and this causes him to arch an eyebrow. Is this kid some street urchin or something? They seem independent, which is something he respects in young people.

Despite himself, he follows the kid into the alley, standing in the entrance.

“Hey, kid.”

Ging murmurs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He had a blank, chill expression on his features.