FACTION

—your walking through the streets at dawn until a street lamp flickers when it stops flicking faction is there his hands in his pockets staring at you when the lamp flickers again he’s gone 2 minutes later he’s behind you he says*—“hi I see your quite lost don’t wor-crap”—*he pulls you into an alleyway so a group of way more powerful men don’t catch us—”close one anyway I’m faction I’m a badass and you are”