Jane stepped out of the potion shop and let the door close behind her.
The small bell above the entrance rang softly as the wooden door swung shut. The noise faded quickly into the restless sounds of the slum district.
Night had already fallen across the narrow streets. Lanterns hung crookedly from rusted hooks and dim light spilled across the muddy ground.
The slums never truly slept. If anything, the district grew louder after dark.
Drunken voices echoed between crooked buildings while the smell of cheap alcohol and smoke drifted through the cold air.
Jane walked forward without slowing her pace.
It did not take long for the attention to start.
A few men sitting near a broken cart looked up as she passed. Their eyes lingered openly with lust. One of them whistled and another called out something crude.
"Hey, sweetheart. Where are you going alone at night?"
Jane did not answer. She continued walking.
More voices followed.
