It was a rather cloudy day, but still warm enough that there was no need for long sleeves. Rosh blinked into the skies, sighing to himself. He didn’t know what it was with him returning to old stomping grounds, but this was just a way to make sure that he still was rooted within his life. He had been here in the previous life. It was such a damn long time ago, he didn’t know if anyone would be alive to remember the bratty nephilim that had caused so much trouble.
With a yawn, Rosh plopped down on a park bench, leaning back against it. He probably was here to just look for someone specific. Raimundo – the only one who would probably still be alive to remember him. But with how much risks both of them had taken, it might just be unlikely that Raimundo would still be around.
Rosh was just about to doze off, when his senses suddenly blared at his mind to get out of this daze. Someone had tried to sneak up on him. Before Rosh had consciously made the decision, the barrel o