After putting Bane back to sleep, I returned to that godforsaken back alley.
The moment I stepped inside, I felt it—eyes crawling over me from every direction. From the shadows, from behind broken crates, from the cracked windows above.
But the instant they recognized my face, those gazes scattered.
Like cockroaches exposed to light.
…Disgusting bastards.
These people were no different from hyenas. They lingered on the outskirts, waiting patiently for weakness, ready to tear someone apart the moment blood was spilled. I'd only been dealing with them for a week, yet that was more than enough to understand just how vicious—and repulsive—they were.
The alley reeked of rot and desperation.
And yet, this place was useful.
The reason I planned to devour this entire district wasn't born from some lofty ideal or sense of justice. Nothing so noble.
