A tall shadow flashed in the darkness, cutting through the streets; his footsteps were so light they made no sound. The wind whipped his cloak, his hair fluttering, revealing a pair of azure eyes that flashed under the moonlight, vast as an ocean.
Louis curled his lips, stopping in front of a familiar grocery shop.
In places like this, having a proper grocery store was truly unimaginable.
Even more unimaginable was that the owner could survive for so long.
After all, people were capable of anything when pushed to the brink.
But the shopkeeper's territory was inviolable — he was brutal and had such a fearsome reputation that even if the local citizens were starving, they wouldn't dare go near his shop.
"Looks like you've prepared everything, huh?" The shopkeeper was the same as ever, with a shaved head and tattoos crawling all over his body.
He was a member of Zone 6's security force and the man who kept order in this land of exile.
