Anakin raised the hood of his darkened cloak as he stepped out onto the streets of Coruscant, pushing his way through the exotic crowd gathered around the 500 Republica and making his way outside carefully.

The night was one of the coldest that month, and there was a light mist to the air having been visible due to the illumination of the streetlights.

Not that Anakin was bothered. He slid his hands into his pockets, walking the lengthy and twisting paths of the upper levels, alone.