The red-haired youth walked through the alleyway with his hands in the pockets of his red jacket, an indifferent look plastered on his face. Soon, he reached a corner that opened on a wide square hidden at the center of the surrounding buildings.
The space seemed to have been previously used as an outdoor dining area by one of the nearby restaurants. There was a small fence separating it from the rest of the alley, with the interior covered in flooring panels that had a woody pattern.
The tables must've been cleared and stored inside the garage connected to the area, but two old couches remained in one corner. Either the restaurant owners didn't care and left them there, or the rats who made the place their hanging spot had brought them there.
