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Everything that transpired was me turning rogue and attacking the nearest person. "And she still wanted me to stay?" The awe spun my gaze to the front sharply when the dominator seemed to disgust me. I had disconnected our gaze that was tightly binding before, carelessly and in scorn. Even though I could see the teary red eyes that were yet to shed tears. I only do her the favor of flashing out of the barrier. At least, it would ease whatever distress she had if she didn't see me again. I got out and then...I sighed when I stopped flickering. It seemed that I should quit going quickly when that charming street slam me. I looked up and give the rest stare to the downside. Sideways to the righ

"And the Guest is already clearing the path for us. The snow in the north is starting to melt, Mom. The ice is crying." ​The hook was set. The 168th chapter ended with the sound of a thousand footsteps hitting the pavement in perfect unison. We were leaving the sanctuary to find the origin of the scream.

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Honestly, I'd never met anyone like her before. The mother and son had only moved in a week ago. Ever since then, the hallway had reeked of sour, rotten funk. Shirley always looked polished and put together, but the second their apartment door opened, the smell hit like a truck. I honestly wondered if they'd dragged an entire landfill into their home. Her eight-year-old son, Mike Lambert, was even worse. He was a classic wild child. He ran around all day waving his toy sword and yelling about killing people.

surprisingly the cost is clear, there’s no one here, at least no one that looks like them. I headed off to the hall way to get my book for the next class, I opened my locker grapes my book as turned to leave ... “ oh my!!” We’re so sorry for frightening you that way,” What are they doing here, they are never the type to want to talk with me ... I mean .. wait a sec, am I gonna be kidnapped or something, threatened? No just be calm betty, we all know you’re a chicken but don’t make it more obvious right this very moment.

I look around but I only see small businesses nothing that says house. We walk more then turn a corner and we are in front of an old-looking building. This looks like a place where homeless people would come to hide from the cold. Karan goes to the door; it also looks old with chirped pain and cracked wood. He knocks on the door with some rhythm; it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that is a code. The door opens and we walk in but it's dark inside. Then the lights come on and we are staring down barrels of guns.

Together, we stepped onto the desolate streets, our footsteps swallowed by the decaying asphalt beneath us. Hell's Gaze, a name that sent shivers down the spines of average citizens, was an embodiment of destitution and despair. The houses stood like skeletal remains, their crumbling facades a reflection of the souls that inhabited them. Stray dogs scavenged for morsels among the debris that littered the streets, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that mirrored the desperation of the community.

************** Chapter 1: Desperation I rushed through the crowded streets, my heels clicking on the wet pavement. Another late night, another shift at the diner. My uncle's debt was suffocating us, and I was running out of options. "Ari, you're late again," Martha, my coworker, said as I burst through the diner's door. "Sorry, Martha. Traffic," I lied, grabbing my apron. The night blurred together—endless orders, tired smiles, and pocket change tips. As the clock struck midnight, I counted my meagre earnings. Not enough. Never enough.

"It’s the first strike. We march on the Vanguard Depot tonight. Let's go show my aunt that the Viper isn't just a symbol." He stopped at the door, looking back at the rising sun one last time. "Let's show her that we bite." End of Chapter 42

MAIA’S POINT OF VIEW The streets were dark with something more than night, everything in the street seems like darkness to me. The street looks full but I felt empty, birds sleeping in the nest, hiding from the gloomy Queens night. Every city in the world always has a street gang… the homeless people sleep around the street with a thin blanket over them. My heart is broken into pieces… I wish they get a better life someday.