Futile Trials

Introductions

You uncertainly extend your hand towards Draco, murmuring your name.

"Pleasure to meet you," he responds, matching your quiet tone. "Now, as nice as this has been, I think it's time we got out of here, don't you?"

You nod, agreeing whole-heartedly. You can already hear the sirens rolling from drone into wail; a skip, a step, and you're sprinting after him as he weaves and zig zags between the tallest buildings and down the narrowest of alleys.

At last, he halts, sweeping his mop of blonde hair back before turning to you and gesturing to the surrounding skeletons of buildings. "Welcome home."

"And... Where exactly is home?" You ask mildly, kicking at some of the rubble. You take a moment to note that you have never been to this part of town, in fact, never even heard of it. The buildings that loom out of the rolling sea of asphalt are but gnarled fingers reaching for a sky too distant to be held.

Draco shrugs, continuing to stroll on through the swaying forest of buildings. "Home is here. Outside of town. Wherever you want it to be... It used to be the state penitentiary and..." he frowned upon a shambled pit of debris, "surrounding homes."

"Classy.." you mutter, obligingly following along. "So now what?"

"For now, we sleep." Draco slipped through the doorway of a shabby townhouse, albeit fairly decent in comparison to the neighbors. As you entered the abode, you found that the inside was much cozier and much nicer. Even still, this was the tattered den of a criminal: A man named Draco whom you still couldn't bring yourself to trust.

Do you....

Settle in on a couch?

Skip to "Home Sweet Home"

Go home?

Skip to "It Was Nice"

Stay until he falls asleep and then leave?

Skip to "Decamped"