Darren
I slouched in the passenger seat, staring through the tinted window at the skeletal remains of Nulford City's Sullepoint Avenue project house. The night swallowed it whole, leaving beams and crumbling concrete to claw at the sky. This place was a festering wound - abandoned by one bankrupt fool, then another, passed around a dozen times like a cheap w***e no one could afford to keep. A mess too tangled to fix, it suited filth like Zion perfectly.
Cassius' fingers tightened on the wheel, his voice a low growl. "That coward Zion actually dared to stand us up?! He's really asking for it!"
I squinted into the dark, the emptiness pressing against my skull. I shook my head. Zion was a rat - squeaking, scurrying, but toothless unless you let him bite.
Cassius shot me a glance, his eyes
