Gillian.
I followed Freyah, no matter where she went... until we ended up in a place so foul it felt cursed. The surroundings were dark and damp, the ground drowning in some liquid seeping from an unknown source. A sharp chemical stench clung to the air, as though it came from a massive factory long abandoned, yet still poisoning everything around it.
I continued down a narrow passageway toward its far end. The houses stood shoulder to shoulder, resembling makeshift shanties of squatters, yet not a single soul stirred. It was silent... deafeningly so.
“Who are you? Why are you in this place? Do you want the criminals to take you too?”
I stopped. Turning toward the voice, I saw an elderly woman standing some distance away. Fear was etched across her face. The moment our eyes met, she tu
