When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing next to little Jevan, who was… violently beating a group of children?
"What the hell is going on?"
Little Jevan didn't look the same as the last time I'd seen him. Back then he'd looked about six; now he seemed closer to ten and even his features had hardened.
He rained blows on the children until blood ran from their faces. Then he stopped, picked up their money, turned his back and walked away. I watched his back for a moment before following.
He walked into the abandoned eighth district and stopped at the house that was still exactly as before. A gloomy, dilapidated house that felt like it could collapse at any moment.
Jevan went inside. Before I could follow, something else caught my eye: another boy trailing him from afar. He looked about two years older, his eyes locked on Jevan.
Was he here for revenge? After what I'd just seen, it made perfect sense. Maybe little Jevan had made plenty of enemies.
