Hunters' Bout

The mercenary heard sirens, most likely coming from the police’s car. At that moment, the mercenary knew he had to vanish. He climbed to the rooftop. He hops apartments to another establishment, avoiding the barks of the dogs. He’s glad that he had he’s concealed with his mask on. His identity would’ve been discovered by the security cameras.

Everything goes well until he bumped a certain length he can’t leap on. Alastor calmly reassessed the situation and think. He wasn’t the panic type of person, but with the sounds of whistles and barks nearing behind, the mercenary couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He hung his head wearily, watching the lifeless road. He raised his hand, slightly trembling, and began visualizing. The transparent walls began to emerge flatly in the air to the other side as a road. The mercenary quickly hop on and sprinted to the other side of the road.