"You know this is a restricted area?"

Oliver's voice called out to you, but you didn't answer. The guy was watching you, but not by choice, just to make sure you were okay.

You liked the casual strolls around the city, and better yet, you liked the places that were considered off-limits to others. Forbidden. Oliver always refused to go. But he did. Not for the place, but for you.

The syringes, the shards on the ground, the building that didn't inspire confidence. The area was fenced off. There were rumors that a group gathered here in the evenings. Either the mafia or just regular freaks. No one knew.

You wanted to know.

"This is a bad idea," Oliver stood next to you. He didn't want to play babysitter. He didn't like lecturing, etc. But sometimes he had to, because you liked to look for adventures on your own head.