[It is at this time that Mithos is slinking through the clusters of villas, wondering where he'll find shelter. He should have claimed a house sooner, but he had been too paralyzed to leave the crowds behind; he had finally come here on the tails of the crowd, like something washed in by the tide, and by then all the villas were already occupied.
So with fear steadily unfurling inside him, he lingers in doorways and strains to hear just who is inside. The streets are nearly deserted. Panic rises in his throat, gripping tightly, and he feels helpless to combat it.
On the verge of giving up - wanting to collapse and just try to hide from his fear, hating everything about that thought - he hastily bangs his fist on the next door he sees. He won't wait there. Should the person who answers his desperate knock be someone undesirable, Mithos doesn't want to be found out, and so he hides around the corner from the door.]
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So with fear steadily unfurling inside him, he lingers in doorways and strains to hear just who is inside. The streets are nearly deserted. Panic rises in his throat, gripping tightly, and he feels helpless to combat it.
On the verge of giving up - wanting to collapse and just try to hide from his fear, hating everything about that thought - he hastily bangs his fist on the next door he sees. He won't wait there. Should the person who answers his desperate knock be someone undesirable, Mithos doesn't want to be found out, and so he hides around the corner from the door.]