I am panting heavily. I am not sure as on which street I am but its good that its crowded enough for me to hide. I have been running for past half an hour. I want to stop for long but I know it won't take much time for them to figure out that I am here.
I cover my head with the hood of my blue jacket and start to walk like everyone around. People are so busy that they don't seem to stop even for a second.
My shoulder bumps into someone. I turned to him to apologise immediately but he didn't seem to be bothered about it. Maybe it was something that happens all the time. I looked around, observing everything as I walk. There are many kinds of shop around here. I guess its the market place.
Its hasn't been more than a week since I have arrived in the city so I am not very well aware with the places and streets of the city.
I was about to turn into another street but I stopped to glare at the thing that just got my eye. It is a picture of a design, more precisely a tattoo which is stuck on the glass panel of a shop.
I lift my head to look at the shop I was standing in front of. The Scelus.
I have always seen people who work with me getting different kind of tattoos on different body parts. But their's were quite different from the one in front.
A wheel with five spokes in between and thin red curve which slightly wraps around all the spokes. Its simple yet eye catchy