Chapter 5: High Tolerance

Midnight.

The world is wide, bustling with tiny little rodents that ran across the crevices in between houses and buildings. On the roads, the streetlights blinked a yellow color rhythmically. There is barely any vehicle in sight. The air is warm, the smell of smoke is faint, but it feels refreshing in the lungs of the two outlaws walking down the highway with no fear. A passerby can see them and just think of them as two people who have lost their minds.

Goldie looks upwards as he walked behind Leonardo. He smiles as he sees the white dots above him, sparkling. It’s the first time he saw them since he woke up, and he longed to see them.

“Is ‘Goldie’ actually your name or is it a codename?”

Leonardo snaps him out of his trance. He looks at the older man and hums shortly. asks out of the blue.

“Is it your name? Yes or no?” he asks again.

“No.”

“Oh, so you can speak.”