You grimaced at the mud, at the rain, at everything about the city you stand in the middle of. Though ‘city’ is overselling it.

You hadn’t imagined the businesses trip to Europe your father brought you on to be like this. You just hope that his business here wraps up shortly.

Mud squelches beneath your shoes as you continue through the town, eyes of the locals taking in your wealth.

“You look lost.” A sudden voice asks, quiet but not soft. You advert your gaze towards it.