When he had powered up after his final class that evening Richterite had decided to avoid his usual stomping grounds. He didn't want a fight that evening and the best way to keep that from happening was to stay away from routine.

Richterite avoided the streets, traveling the rooftops until he reached an old warehouse building that had been repurposed into a skating rink. It was a popular spot, from everything that he had heard. He hadn't been inside himself yet, but he did enjoy pondering on the rooftop from time to time if only to hear the music thrumming within.

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