CALM

Rhett looked around slightly nervous for being lost, without weapons, or car alone in an elegant and dark alley with a scent of Cigarettes

He looked at himself in some broken glass, somewhat confused

Now he had a white work shirt, a wine-colored vest, fingerless leather gloves, pants with suspenders, and a red tie, even some elegant shoes

"..It was... seeking calm... not losing myself.."

He muttered as he thought, a moment ago he was with his friends and now he was lost...

slowly started to move forward in the place...this place had a 50's mafia vibe somehow...