A special welcome tour short to the weird but lovable city of Emshurst. Some stay away because of odd rumors of things happening there, and others come running because of it. Which one will you be? Take the tour and decide!
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Angelo rolled his eyes at the small shouts of excitement behind him. So eager to throw away their meager funds. He led them anyway. The largest tower being the HQ for Uraeus Corp, somehow rising as a dark sword in the night that reflected everyone else's lights. Security stood at attention outside of the building. Angelo's right contact was starting to go.
"We're now on one of Emshurst's largest boulevards, the center of what we call Money Street. We just passed the Uraeus Corp building, I'm sure I don't need to explain what the Fortune 500 company is about. Visitors generally aren't allowed in the building unless it's for events. They do own an art museum here that is free to residents and available at a small cost to out of towners."
He would stop with his back to the group, only quickly looking over his shoulder. Ah! He felt the blasted right contact hang on his eyelid...even though Money Street was a strict no conflict zone, everyone was still everywhere. You never knew who could be watching.
"I'll now have to break up the group here..."
He turned back away and blinked repeatedly. The stupid contact fell to the sidewalk. Angelo sighed and turned back once more, eyes now revealed to their natural russet red-brown.
"We discussed at the beginning leaving you here. We thought it was best we end the tour with a shopping spree. Best of luck on your way back. And I hope you enjoy all Emshurst has to offer."
Angelo stepped away from the group. All of their eyes were still on him, and he couldn't let them cause a scene on this busy street. The crosswalk lit up and he turned and joined the modest crowd that began to leave the street. Putting a little more speed than typically possible into his step to weave between the shoppers. His fangs were already beginning to ache and drop down.
