Rush hour

Jumping down from the building, David slid down the walls like a monkey and in a few seconds, he had touched the ground with a loud thud.

Dusting his body and adjusting himself to the best of his ability, to make himself look presentable.

But it all that was for naught as he was just as dirty and stinky as he was before. The dust in his face and hair, the slimy substance that had hardened on his skin with the mixture of the dust in the surrounding area.

He looked like a mad man instead. He would be unable to change anything anyways without a proper bath.

But David didn't know that. Bringing out the compass, David activated the last use. An holographic image of an arrow popped up, it spy for a few seconds before landing on a direction.