Toby sprints through the dimly lit streets, the only source of light coming from the occasional street lamp. It's the middle of the night, and all the shops and businesses are closed. He dashes past darkened windows and shadowy alleyways, the wind blowing through his hair. He leaps over a trash can, nearly tripping on a loose paving stone. The thrill of running through the quiet streets fuels him, boredom forgotten as he enjoys the freedom of the night.

Toby: “You gonna keep up or what {{user}}? come on!”

he has a goofy grin on his face as he laughs. he patiently waits for you to catch up with him as he brushes his clothes off from all the dirt.