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Method 29 - A Spider's Life

Living with a very limited knowledge on how the world worked outside of assassination was a lot harder than I had previously anticipated.

If I had half the mind, I probably would have attempted to stay with Pakunoda or one of the other members for a little while longer rather than running off on my own.

With that said, I decided not to stray far from Yorknew. Only moving about a town or two away due to the population that Yorknew held. Not to mention the fact I actually had some understanding of what streets took me where and who was a good target when it came to robbery.

To tell the truth, I had considered countless times to take up Pakunoda on her suggestion to join her in Meteor City. Wait around where one is said not to exist until we were called by Chrollo, but I decided against it.

If I desired to live to the expected standard of man, I had to figure out how to survive on my own, and while it was a difficult concept to wrap my head around (especially as finding assassination orders was a lot harder when you yourself had to find them), I eventually came to handle my situation.

Once coming to terms with such, I finally found myself with time to consider my approach and confront my feelings, gradually coming to conclusions regarding my regrets, my ideals and even my hopes for the future.

The life of a Spider was not going to be easy, I knew that from the start, but as I fell deeper into such a life my acceptance for it grew. The want to live in a pleasant and relaxed bliss sounding so incredibly appealing to me.

And so, rather than pursuing my life of an assassin I instead decided to follow the route of theft, another reason I decided to stay close to Yorknew. I also considered making my way to Heaven's Arena but decided against it. I wasn't particularly keen on advertising my location. In fact it was my primary concern.

In honesty, I was rather unfortunate in the fact that I had all my belongings back at my room in the mansion, and would likely not be collecting them any time soon for obvious reasons. That said, I suppose I could be grateful in the fact I had my debit card, and access to all the money in my possession.

In the month I had spent away from all the ties I had, and in the period following the departure of the troupe, I had decided that my best option was to create some sort of life that I could be content in. Hotel hopping becoming dreadfully boring.

With that in mind, I decided to find a small house. Nothing too fancy, not in the slightest. And I did not wish for it to be obvious in the case that my family came for me.

I decided to settle on a small and somewhat cosy cottage. It was... odd, in regards to the fact I had never been required to do anything of the sorts before but also in a way refreshing. Something different.

It was a quaint little cottage — off the edge of a little town, encased in woodland flora as if it was covering it in a nature made cloak, hidden from the eye.

The hamlet was not hugely populated, much was to be expected, but the people who lived there were kind enough. No one was of a particularly higher status than another, and everyone seemed to know each other. Coming in as an outsider, I expected to be thrown the odd stare, but they acted as if they knew everything there was to know about me.

Intimidating, sure, but also strangely welcomed.

Although I didn't spend an excessive amount of time there (the people of Yorknew being the target of my criminality, and not those in the small village), it was a place to reside when I had nothing better to do in my day.

I should really buy pick up a hobby. I'm getting bored. I sighed, kicking back in an armchair I had began to favour, lightly tracing my tattoo. Maybe I should buy some books.