[attr="class","salvatore"]The Mavros Marketplace was a frequent hang-out for the red-head. More often than not, he'd wander into the marketplace simply to gaze upon the wares that were displayed, some of them interesting, others disgusting and a numbered few actually amazing Cain, simply due to the very fact that they were made available here in Mavros Marketplace. There were many illegal items here, unsurprisingly, and that had never ceased to amuse Cain, how they succeeded in maintaining their operations despite the notoriety of the place already reaching the ears of the local police force. Nonetheless, nothing had yet to occur. Considering that this was located in the slums, Cain presumed it was simply because the governing body had decided to just abandon the Hovel to its own devices, believing the place to be beyond help. He could understand why. This place was to go-to place for the unwanted of society. The criminals. The thugs. The gangsters. The disfigured. The poor. The disabled. The outcasts. You name it, the Hovel had it.

As for Cain? It was the only place he could settle into considering he had left his home with nothing but the clothes on his back and a few prized possessions with him. And he had lived here for the past six years, adapting to the hostile environment and becoming hardened due to it. And now, it had pretty much become home, for the moment. He had no intentions of growing old here, of course. Sooner or later, once his magical prowess would increase, he'd be able to take higher-paying jobs, and finally buy his way out of this forsaken place. It was slow, but Cain knew that he was progressing towards that goal. For now, while was here, he'd make use of what distractions the slums had to offer.

Besides, it was still one of the cheapest places that Cain could use to feed his nicotine addiction, as the young man stopped upon one of his favorite stalls. Paying the man off, Cain obtained himself a fresh pack of cigarettes, a soft grin on his face as he pocketed it. That would last him for three days, at least. Better than nothing. The last time he had gone cold turkey - due to lack of finances - he had been so cranky he pissed even himself off just by being so. Stepping away from the stall, Cain figured he might as well grab a little street snack while he was here, before making his way back home.

Just as he turned around to direct himself towards said street stalls, though, he found himself being hindered by something in his path. A bump and a thud, and Cain staggered back as he felt himself colliding into something. Or someone. "Hey," he called out, a frown coming upon his thin lips as he raised his chin to look up at the other party. "Watch where you're go--"

His eyes widened, lips parted mid-speech as he stared at the dark-skinned male.

The past had come back to slap him in the face twice now, and it seemed that she wasn't done with Cain just yet, as she threw another individual from his past right at him once more.


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