Konsa walked briskly, arms wrapped around himself. He did not make much noise, careful to not grab any unwanted attention. He turned onto the sidewalk, approaching the buildings. Konsa wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do, but he was grasping for something familiar or exciting. Konsa stopped at a shop, peering into the window. It was closed and there was no movement inside. His movements were practiced, someone who had done this sort of thing often. Konsa rounded his way to the back entrance, producing a lockpick from his hoodie's pockets. A grin spread across his face, getting down on one knee to pick the lock. It was fairly easily, and it did not take him long. Konsa stood back up, creaking the metal door open slowly.