The city was bustling with life, at all hours of the day. People going about their business, moving from store to store... it was hectic, but it was also simply the nature of this place. Upon a street corner, a young man leaned against a pole, tapping away at his phone.

Ithaqua smiled as he looked down at it, seemingly having a conversation with someone. He seemed sweet, approachable enough... and as he heard the sound of footsteps drawing near him, the young man rose his head, and glanced in the direction.