The Emporium [open]
The inability to go to or communicate with the Nexus - and as a result, Gotham or any other place he got to through the Nexus - had driven Enzan up the wall for the last week. On one hand, he had focused and applied himself to his schoolwork with good results. On the other, he was going crazy.
Worrying would do nothing, and the more he stayed at home, the more tense it seemed to be. His father's fiftieth birthday came and went with no real change to the situation at hand; Shuuseki still disapproved of Enzan's current profession, Enzan still felt guilty about it, and the pressure to quit was still there. He had to get out, or go mad.
The Emporium on a weekend was as packed as ever, but at least it was distracting. Enzan found himself wandering without purpose throughout the levels, watching the people more than the stores or the merchandise. It served as a good distraction, at least.
Worrying would do nothing, and the more he stayed at home, the more tense it seemed to be. His father's fiftieth birthday came and went with no real change to the situation at hand; Shuuseki still disapproved of Enzan's current profession, Enzan still felt guilty about it, and the pressure to quit was still there. He had to get out, or go mad.
The Emporium on a weekend was as packed as ever, but at least it was distracting. Enzan found himself wandering without purpose throughout the levels, watching the people more than the stores or the merchandise. It served as a good distraction, at least.
