Raskolnikov had decided to get out of his cramped apartment to clear his head, he had put in the trouble to avoid his landlady so he didn’t need to go through the painful conversation of his overdue rent. He stepped out onto the sidewalk and went along for a while. His thoughts were only interrupted by a figure, alone on a bench. Under most circumstances he would avoid others like the plague, but the air felt nice tonight. Raskolnikov looked around before looking back at them and against his better judgement, approached. “Hey, are you alright?” He asks as he looks around once more.