Chapter 2: Red, PI1:40 A.M. (the Mortal Realm)
The streets of New York City were not as packed as Judias “Red” Romero thought they would be, considering it was technically Saturday morning.
He wasn’t sure if it had something to do with the pending rainstorm, or if the night life just wasn’t as fabulous as it once was.
Either way, the male who looked no older than thirty-years-old was grateful it was just him walking through the dark, empty streets of Hell’s Kitchen.
He wore a red-hooded jacket, blue jeans, and black combat boots—his signature look. His phone vibrated in his pocket; he fished it out to see a notification light up the screen, Congratulations! You got a match!.
“Oh, Medusa,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
He’d totally forgotten he was on the app Tinderdate. Snow White ha
