Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170429204302

Leon took his coat off the hook as he walked towards the door, his keys jangling slightly as he put them in his pocket.

It was almost Ten O'clock, and being "worried" was an understatement. Most of the shops around town would be closing by now, and there would be nothing to do in the city anyways. Which just lead the thought of where on earth Harvard and Ophelia were.

Were they caught up in a road accident or just stuck in traffic? Were they dead in an alleyway or just lost in the park?

Panicked scenario after scenario rushed through his head. He walked through the door, locking it while trying to refrain himself from sprinting out of that damned apartment complex.