The Vagabond appears again and again, without warning, moving through the darkest alleys, backyards and shadowed passages, his stray dogs never far from him. No one knows where he comes from or where he is going.
He keeps others at a distance. At times there is something threatening in his presence, and the dogs have been known to turn aggressive when someone comes too close.
Yet he seems to carry knowledge that few others possess, moving through hidden layers as if they were familiar ground. Even when approached, he rarely stays. He disappears into the shadows before questions can be asked.
Perhaps he is only a vagabond.
Perhaps he guards something that has not yet been named.
Perhaps even a formula.
Take nothing for granted. Look closely. Some secrets reveal themselves only to those who know where to look.
