Stepping out of the mansion, Sol knew he had to be cautious. The streets were eerily quiet, and every sound seemed amplified in the stillness. He had donned a nondescript outfit, hoping to blend in with the sparse crowd. His once casual attire was now replaced with clothes that made him look like just another passerby, avoiding any unwanted attention.
Sol's heart raced as he made his way through the narrow alleyways, each step calculated and precise. He knew the market area was a few blocks away, but the journey felt like navigating a minefield. He kept his head low, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.
As he approached the market, Sol's senses heightened. The area was bustling with activity, vendors shouting their wares, and people going about their daily routines
