The warehouse at the end of Hall Street had been vacant for years. Lucy knew that Luke would only ask her to meet there if he had both feet in total s**t. She asked the taxi driver to wait, with his negative headshake not being a surprise to her. Nobody remained in this area for long. The local crime rate was too high, with every second block handled by a different g**g. d**g dealing, weapon smuggling, robberies, even some well-paid hitmen were said to have made their first professional steps in this part of the city.
And then, there were the latest rumors to add to this pile of human degradation. The newspapers wrote of a creature that lived in the area and appeared only after sundown. A horror that some whispered was born out of the hate, fear, and disgust that Hook Point locals had for
