Alexander can feel it. It has been more and more obvious the past few days. He can hear each footstep, rustle, and breath. His senses are always on high alert, therefore, it is not hard to miss when someone is following him. However, he did not make any move as to make the other person know that he has already noticed he is being followed. He just kept walking and doing what he usually does—passing down harlots and pubs, men eyeing him with intent but never doing something far as to grab him.
Walking in the dark slums of Amarus, Alexander has gotten used to the view of all things dreadful and poor. He is not repelled by the puddles of liquid he does not want to identify what consists of, the foul smell, and obscene scenes on every corner his eyes get to look at. He understands that societ
