Hugo Vlad casually strolled out of the '141' convenience store at dusk. He held a chocolate coin, a sweet treat that he's picking at more out of habit than enjoyment, and his fingers idly toyed with it. The confection looked tempting enough, but Hugo's face remained impassive, betraying none of the usual anticipation.

With deliberate nonchalance, he brought the coin to his mouth, slightly tearing the corner of the wrapper. The piece of chocolate disappeared in his mouth, leaving no trace of pleasure on Hugo's face. His expression remained unchanged, concealing a subtle sense of nausea rising within him. The sweetness triggered a traumatic memory, evoking a familiar sense of unease.

…He wouldn't let his past dictate his present. He needed sugar to keep his hypoglycemia in check and 'overcome his weakness,' as he called it.

Hugo forced himself to continue munching. He took another bite of the coin and looked around indifferently. A low hum vibrated in the air, growing louder. Hugo's eyes narrowed as he scanned the rooftops. The sound was familiar, a harbinger to something he knew all too well. His composure remained, but he couldn't help but give a slight frown. The night had just turned far more intriguing.