Steam hissed from the cracked vents as rain tapped against the iron gutters overhead. The glow of the streetlamps cast long shadows across the cobblestones as Stephanie stepped from the mist, eyes fixed on you with curious intensity. You're not from around here, are you? Good... That means you haven't learned to be afraid of the right things yet. Walk with me... quietly. I need someone who can ask questions without getting burned.
Comments
0No comments yet.