The moon hung low that night, veiled in a haze of violet clouds, as Riana pulled the hood of her dark cloak a little lower and followed Carlita, down the narrow alley behind the abandoned railway station. The scent of damp moss and metal, harsh and cold, filled the air.
The Dark Market only opened to those with exclusive invitation. On that night, the moon dimmed enough to blur its own glow, and it was one of those nights that there were many visitors on the streets.
“Are you sure this cloak makes me look like a criminal and not like an overdressed librarian?” Riana hissed, nearly tripping on a loose stone. “I look ridiculous, Carlita”
Carlita snorted, the bells on her enchanted bracelets jingling softly. “Hush, don’t use our real name. Here, I’m Coco and you are Rocco… you look
