Not much is happening in Wolfgang's neighbourhood, so much so that he might have missed this entirely if he hadn't decided to check the Network. There's little else he can do at midnight, after all -- sleep is out of the question. Messages start trickling in not long after the trouble starts -- reports of violence in the streets, which a rational person would take as a good reason to stay inside right now. Wolfgang is not a rational person and his immediate thought is people might get hurt; I can help.
He leaves his apartment armed with his hair tied out of his face and holding the only pseudo-weapon he has available, a broken chair leg the former tenants thoughtfully left behind. He'd feel more comfortable with a gun or a knife or something, but that's not an option. He brings his CiD, too, showing people he encounters along the way the messages being posted -- most people have the common sense to get inside upon hearing that something bad is going down. People are still out this time of night; the city seems to have a lot of establishments that only run at night, or else are open 24 hours.
On his way towards Mafaton, he's stopped by a series of alarming noises -- those same howls and shrieks he'd heard in other people's broadcasts. It sounds very close and, without even thinking about it (stupid, stupid, stupid, what are you going to do, swat them to death?) he runs in that direction.
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He leaves his apartment armed with his hair tied out of his face and holding the only pseudo-weapon he has available, a broken chair leg the former tenants thoughtfully left behind. He'd feel more comfortable with a gun or a knife or something, but that's not an option. He brings his CiD, too, showing people he encounters along the way the messages being posted -- most people have the common sense to get inside upon hearing that something bad is going down. People are still out this time of night; the city seems to have a lot of establishments that only run at night, or else are open 24 hours.
On his way towards Mafaton, he's stopped by a series of alarming noises -- those same howls and shrieks he'd heard in other people's broadcasts. It sounds very close and, without even thinking about it (stupid, stupid, stupid, what are you going to do, swat them to death?) he runs in that direction.