He’d returned to the cage the next day.
It was empty.
TC had some brief hope that maybe he’d had the wrong cage, but the words ‘SNAKEMAN’ were still scrawled across the top in flaking paint. Which meant that the guy had been moved, or maybe he’d been killed and dumped into the river and-
No, TC would know. Maybe the guy had escaped on his own? It seemed at least sort of likely. And it was encouraging to think that maybe something good had happened. The coat wasn’t left behind, at least, and neither were any of the snakes. He’d keep an eye out for him, but for now there was nothing else he could do.
So, sneaking out of the circle of cages as stealthily as he’d approached, the blonde disappeared back into the city. It would be days, maybe a couple of weeks, before he wandered back towards this district and found the colorful prints advertising a circus.
Having nothing better to do, he decided to sneak in.