Mag-log inZARIA 167:I did not plan to walk into a place like this.That was the first thing that crossed my mind as I stood just outside the glass doors, taking in the quiet luxury of Maison Verre Noir. The lighting of this beautiful place alone told you everything. Wang stood beside me, hands in his pockets, his gaze sweeping the building once before settling on me.“This doesn’t look like your usual thrift stop,” he said.“It isn’t,” I replied. “We aren't in China anymore.”“Then why are we here?”I tilted my head slightly, letting my eyes drift across the entrance again before stepping forward. “Because I can,” I said simply.He let out a low breath, amused. “That’s not an explanation.”“It’s enough of one.”The doors opened smoothly as we approached, and the air inside wrapped around us with a faint clean scent of leather and shampoo or something.Jesus.It smelled so good here.Wang followed, slower, more observant. He didn’t speak immediately, but I could feel his attention everywhere b
RENZO 166:Something passed through her eyes then.What the…fuck?It was quick and gone before I could fully place it. I thought I imagined it.“Well,” she said, shifting slightly, “the grand opening is happening again. You have to come with me this time, Renzo. Please? I promise you—”“I knew about it,” I cut in. “And I’m going.”She stiffened.“You’re going?” she repeated.I sighed, irritation slipping through.“Cut the bullshit act, Elix,” I said flatly. “You’re a mafia princess. Act like one. Not a Barbie.”She stared at me for a second. Then exhaled deeply and just like that—the act dropped.“I’m sorry.” She sighed. “I thought you'd like that.” “But seriously, Renzo,” she continued in a more serious tone. “What made you change your mind? You’ve been skipping every single one of these events. Why now?”I held her gaze. “I want to meet someone.”Her eyes lit up slightly. “Perhaps Silva?”My expression darkened immediately. “How do you know that name?”“Jesus, Renzo,” Elix snorted
MAY 165:“That’s the point.”“It’s more than risky,” Raven grumbled. “It’s borderline suicidal if we get caught.”“We won’t get caught.”“That’s not a plan,” Arnie snapped. “You just told her to throw some C4. I love my life, and I ain't going to die for some mafia bitch.”“Hey! May is working for that Mafia bitch. Be careful or you'll end up like Will.” Noreo gritted out. “We might kill a few people. No big deal.”“No big deal?” Archie repeated, his voice cracking under the weight of disbelief. “How can you stand there and say that so casually?”“Enough,” I said quietly. “You think I don’t understand what this is? You think I dragged all of you here, into this, without thinking it through?”No one answered. Even Noreo, who always had something to say, stayed quiet.“Do you remember how we met?” I asked. Confusion flickered across their faces.Noreo frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”“Everything,” I said, not missing a beat.I turned to Arnie first. “You were wasting
MAY 164:“That doesn’t mean—”“I owe her,” I cut in.The table went quiet again. I pushed the glass away and stood up.“Tonight,” I said, grabbing my jacket, “we meet at the cemetery.”Noreo’s grin returned. “Now that sounds like a plan.”“To finalize everything,” I added. No one disagreed. The party had lost its edge anyway because we had something better to focus on now. __________________The cemetery was quieter than I expected. Well. It wasn't exactly quiet… because places like this never truly were. There was always something—either the wind brushing against dry leaves, distant traffic humming low in the background, or the occasional creak of metal from the gates when the breeze shifted just right.But it was still enough for us to get away.Arnie said she likes that name. Noreo said he preferred the name outcasts. That was cliché if you asked me. Thankfully, no one did and the name “getaways” stuck. Arriving earlier was better than anything because from this distance, you
MAY 163:The bass was loud enough to settle into my bones.It didn’t just stay in the air—it pressed into my chest, into my ribs, into my head, until everything else started to blur around the edges. That was the point. That was always the point.I tilted my head back slightly, letting the music take over as the dark track bled into the room. It wasn’t the kind of song people danced happily to. It was slower, heavier, and almost haunting. My lips moved along with the singer’s voice. “...bury the light, let it crawl through the veins…”Someone brushed past me.I didn’t pay attention at first. That happened all the time in places like this. Bodies moved. People pushed. Drinks spilled. It was part of the environment.Then the shove came. I staggered half a step, catching myself before I lost balance completely.“Watch it,” I said, turning slightly.The girl didn’t stop walking at first.Then she did, turning back toward me with her eyes already narrowed. “Or what?” she asked.I frowned
RENZO 162:“What?” I leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on the screen as Zaria and Wang moved into view again. For a moment, I thought I had missed something—some small detail that would explain why they were suddenly in a hurry.“Where are they going?” I muttered under my breath.No one answered.Of course, no one could.The feed continued in silence as the two of them stepped out of the hospital with a kind of coordination that didn’t sit right with me.I had seen them earlier hiding in the closet—every second of it. Elix walked past with that ridiculous act of hers, blood on her face as she had just crawled out of a fight she didn’t even understand.And Zaria— She had probably seen Elix and decided they were leaving together. I watched as they got into the car, Wang opening the door for her as he had done a hundred times before. His hand rested briefly at her waist.That pretentious fucker. Ugh, I hate him already.The engine started and just like that—they were gone.I leaned ba
RENZO A week changed everything.And it was not because time healed or any of that bullshit, but because my body finally stopped lagging behind my head. On the second day of my recovery, the shaking eased and the weakness stopped embarrassing me. I could walk without the crutches by the fifth day
ELIX “I’m sorry, ma’am,” Grace continued. “She’s been under a lot of stress.”I nodded once. “It’s fine. Accidents happen.”“Come, I’ll attend to that.” Grace gave May a worried look and gently guided her away, still apologizing, completely unaware of how close she had been to witnessing something
ELIX “Fucking idiots.” I kept my hand on the wheelchair handle long after the car doors shut with the engines still running because I needed the pressure under my palm.The doctor said Renzo was listening. Thankfully, I was present enough to catch those words. My lips curled delightfully at the fa
RENZO His jaw dropped. “What the—”I laughed, even as the nurse—Sabrina plunged a needle into my arm. The medicine burned, but my smile didn’t fade.“Do it,” I said softly.Asher didn’t argue again, not after the look I gave him. He stepped away from the bed while Sabrina finished taping the IV li







