There were fights and explosions happening today. There always were, every single day in this city. And despite that, plenty of people loved here who were neither Heroes or Villains, relying on the business of one, the other, both or each other to make a live. Better-off people had long since moved away, scared of being caught in a crossfire. The working class people who stayed, or worse, moved her and put their lives on the line the low cost of housing and the abundance of vacant jobs and gaps in the market, were people that in Tobias' eyes were worth fighting for. He hoped that it was also the case for others, but a lot of Heroes he'd seen on the news and TV were in it for the fame and adoration, or saw it like a game. Tobias wondered if, behind the outward presentation, how many of them still kept in touch with the reason Heroes were needed here.

Ever since Tobias moved here, everyone had been incredibly nice to him. He had taken up a daytime job at a bakery in exchange for room and board in the vacant one-bedroom studio apartment above it. Having a whole living space to himself was a surreal, peaceful yet oddly lonely experience compared to the German orphanage he was used to, or the open-air camping he had been doing in the few months it had taken to hitchhike from Bremen to Grailham City. So, when he wasn't working, he tended to keep himself occupied with long walks, to familiarise himself with the city.

Tobias stopped, and pulled down the baseball cap. He could smell something odd. Six people. Or rather, six of the exact same person. They were nearby. He looked around him to check that nobody was looking, then ducked into an alley, before scurrying up a three storey high wall. Once on the roof, he crouched low to keep his balance and started to follow the scent, which was close by but getting further away. He then caught sight of them on a quiet street below. Six men, all dressed in blue, carrying a box between them. This was definitely some kind of Hero or Villain business, but Tobias was curious and didn't have any more pressing plans, so he tailed them from the rooftops, easily managing to keep up because despite their speed and fitness, they were still carrying a large box.

He'd never tailed somebody before, and had no experience, teaching or training. If he did, he'd have probably have kept a further distance, as he lost his footing on some loose tiles from a slanted roof and fell crashing to earth by way of several bags of garbage to break his fall. He was too close for them to not to notice, to not have seen this kid fall from the roof. Tobias slowly and gingerly got to his feet, Man, that hurt! The wind had been knocked out of him from that fall. He flashed the six blue strangers an awkward smile and a wave, before leaning against the brick wall, trying to get his breath back so that he could even talk to them.

[@Lurking Shadow]