Downtown, Cedyetica: "Why won't, this city shut up" A man mumbles as he trudges through the alleyways of Cedyetica, by his tone and his pace it's probable he's troubled, burdened by something. As he trudges down the alley he continuously rubs his hands against his head as if trying to get something off, or our? "The sneering, o' the sneering" He's covered in blood, at first glance it's not easy to tell but it's not his, at least not all of it. It's reaches a darker color and a less glossy texture, it's been there a while and it's settles against his olive green coat. He clamps his hands to the sides of his head, covering his ears and leans against the wall, allowing himself to slide down into a squat. "Shut it up" He can hear it, the tone of this city, the apprehension, the hatred, the bitterness all directed at him. He tried to silence it, but in the process of doing so he only made it louder, more deafening to him. In an attempt to ease his headache he pulls pull out his reserves and takes 2 KAP pills(-2), no effect. KAP deprivation was not his problem, it was all him, solely him. ((Open))