Vicky frowned, her expression filled with disgust as she drove Damien’s car down another turn into the dark underbellies of Black Rock. The atmosphere in Undertown—the place known for housing and harboring the criminals of the city—was suffocating, even Vicky, who prided herself on her inability to not feel fear, was already beginning to fidget. Anytime she passed any of the cloaked people on the road, her heart leaped, her pulse raced. They all stared at her and the car. She could feel the greed and hunger in those eyes.
“Why are you doing this Vicky?” She thought, her hand wound tightly around the steering wheel. She was about to do something she never thought she would do. Something that would probably haunt her forever.
“You don’t have to do this. You can turn around and leave righ
