A dull light permeated the city of Mare de Viaris. It was a cold, unfeeling light that fitted the expanse of the Victorian-era styled buildings below quite well as it rose up to clear the fog that had built up during the night.
This was a welcome site to the citizens. While gas lamps did exist to light up the streets somewhat, it was still dangerous to go out at night with all the sinister forces prowling about. After all, if you weren't careful, all that could be left of you would be patches of blood and clothing on the cobblestone alleyways. Sometimes not even those would be left. Indeed, in this city, anything could be sold, regarded you had the right dealer in the right worn down building.
In one of these said alleyways stood a person, neatly dressed in semi-formal wear, shivering slightly in the chilly morning air. Frowning, he took off his hat and reached through the brim. In a seemingly impossible action, he pulled a trench coat out of it. Wrapping the coat around his body, he made to move away from the crevasse he was in.
“Hey,” a voice sounded, stopping him in him tracks.
“Uncle. What are you doing here?” he responded, turning backwards to face the voice.
“Hmm. Isn’t that a question I should be asking you? Heh.”
“...”
“C'mon, Reagis, don’t be like that, or you’ll start to become like your father,” he said impishly, “Which reminds me, you’ve got to get home before your father notices.”
He made a gesture, motioning for the younger man to follow. The juvenile reluctantly agreed and started after him. The two made through the maze of streets towards their residence in a hurry.
While they were returning, the older man asked, "So why were you out here? Seems like a dangerous hobby."
"What, the thugs? The ones around here all know me and if they do attack..." He pulled a pistol from his hip, "I got this."
"Recklessly spending your pocket money on things, I see." The old man replied, pondering on the nature of society nowdays to force a 14-year old into bringing a pistol around with him. It occured to him that criminal acts had been on the rise lately. After a brief pause he said, "You know, it's not that safe to go around by yourself nowadays. This society is just rotting at its roots now."
"Eh, I have a pistol."
The man frowned and replied, "Yeah, you have a gun. But do you know how to use it?"
The boy stayed beat around the bush for before he gave in and replied negatively.
"Kids these days..." the uncle shook his head whimsically, sighing about the next generation.
The rest of the journey was held in a uneventful silence until they made it to their residence, where they were greeted by a servant you told them to come inside quietley. "The chief is resting right now," the servant said, "He's had a stressful few days." The 14-year old recalled that his father had not been home for a few days now. He was not too concerned, as it was a relatively common expirience in the Evolas household. He just let it go over his head as he headed inside.