Walking her back to her apartment, Gwen fell into pleasant conversation with Deacon as they spoke of what had led them both to adore this city they called home. Bonding over shared ‘hot spots’ they enjoyed during their time as part of the town’s population, they were standing at her door before too long-the six blocks feeling only like one as they paused and she searched for the keys within her purse. When she came upon them, she looked up to see Deacon feeling guilty and uneasy about where it was she had made her home. As far as the city itself, there had been a small amount of ‘safe neighborhoods’, but the building she was about to spend yet another night it, had sat unprotected and tainted by graffiti and lack of care. Pieces of broken glass from previous crimes sat near their feet as m
