The city was dark, the only sound was the clicking of heels on the cobblestone. Bonnie walked with pride despite there not being a soul surrounding him. Maybe inside the shops and houses, but it was unlikely they would care about his presence.

The snowfall was calming--Something Bonnie desperately needed. The Bazaar was stressful enough but the recent increase in rude patrons bothered him greatly.

He felt eyes on him. "Hello?" His voice broke the silence. Nothing. No response