Grace allowed her eyes to wander as they walked down the street towards the housing developments. Eyes roving around, trying to take in everything. She had never been to this part of the city, her grandmother and even Dark Annie had forbade her from setting foot in Housing Block D.
The sights and smells were so familiar yet unrecognizable to her. The delicate scent of lavender wafted in the air near one window, the red sheer curtains signaling that you could spend time with the women inside- for a price. Grace looked down in embarrassment, though she did not know why; she had taken many remedies to the brothels in the Red District for Dark Annie. Words in a language she did not know were sprayed onto the walls of the buildings; silently she looked at Mabuz, “Enochian, language of the divi
