As we stepped out of the alley onto the main pedestrian dirt road, the eerie silence of the impoverished outskirts settled around us.
The people here didn't walk past us; they stared. They observed. They categorised us as predators or prey.
Emaciated shifters with dull, hollow eyes leaned against rusted iron railings, their gazes tracking us like vultures watching a pair of limping stray dogs. Dirty children huddled in doorways, and men with visible, unhealed battle scars tracked Frayer’s broad shoulders with cold, calculating suspicion.
The last time I was here, it was already dark. Hence I hadn't had many observers here, but plenty in the depths. During the day, it was the total opposite.
Frayer adjusted his stride, stepping closer to my side, his hand resting casually near the conc
