Sharp, sleek black cars invaded the desolate street of Lucien's temporary abode.
Their engines growled like ferocious beasts prowling for prey. They swept past the store Lucien had visited a couple of days ago.
The girl from the store emerged briefly, watching six black cars thunder down the street with a gaze of envy and bewilderment.
"It's not often we see so many luxury cars enter this vicinity—only broke people live here."
She sighed and gazed at the sky.
"When am I going to save enough money and escape this wretched neighborhood?"
Shaking her head, she retreated into the store to continue her work.
She wasn't the only one who watched and peered at the convoy. Nearly everyone in the neighborhood did, because just as she'd said, it wasn't often that one got to see a fleet of cars prowling into their estate.
Many people even shuttered their windows and doors, fearing it might spell trouble. People just roamed around these days, hunting for each other's misfortunes.
