Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170522194815

Leon smiled, navigating through a labyrinth of alleyways and roads until he stopped in front of a quaint little cottage that was ironically situated next to a plethora of high-rise apartments and urban settlements. The tiny building itself looked like it came straight out of a fairytale, with a woven, thatched roof and the cobbled walls painting in a muted pastel green. The miniature block of so-called "garden" was covered with flowers that were overgrown and sprawled throughout the place, as if someone tenderly cared for them for months only to forget about them months later.

Leon quietly skirted the place, trying to see if there were any signs of life. Faint sobs could be heard from the front door while a babies piercing cries echoed through a cluttered kitchen; at least they weren't dead. Yet.

He glanced at Harvard, giving him one last reassuring smile as he knocked on a baby-pink door, the brass handle rusted from what seems like a month of unuse.