He's tripping.
He is definitely tripping.
Catharsis was lying there, on the ground of a cold and wet alley. A few hours ago, a feeling in his guts led him to the dark and shady sides of the city, he knew he shouldn't be here, a lot of illegal activities were hosted here, under the broken street lightning, but here he was. And his feelings battled for hours as he walked down the filthy streets, this strange and appealing feeling that pushed him forward to discover and this uneasy fear that lingered in the bottom of his stomach and pooling adrenaline in his muscles.
And he had all the rights to feel fear as a shadow loomed over for a second.