If she wanted answers it was obvious where she should go and who she should talk to. She saw no point in bothering to ask for an explanation from soldiers patrolling the city who likely didn’t know much. It made far more sense to go directly to the boss himself.
And Violet really wanted answers. One way or another she would get an explanation. It was as if she had somehow slipped through a crack in reality into another world. One that was similar to hers but also felt distinctly alien. Like in that ancient horror anthology show.
As she walked through the city Violet couldn’t shake her feelings of unease. A pervasive sense of wrongness seemed to hang over the city like a fog. Or maybe she was just imagining that and projecting her feelings on her surroundings to give them shape. She ke
