The entire squad made their way to Elina's home. The neighborhood she resided in was not exactly the safe kind, especially alone at night...
Furthermore, the last few people daring enough to do so could later be seen as unidentified remains.
"En el abrazo de la muerte, hallaron su verdad." In the embrace of death, they unearthed their truth.
And even during the day, riots and conflict took precedence in this district. Everywhere the squad looked, a robbery or two transpired.
Elina sighed and said, "It's even worse than before we left." Her gaze took a despaired look upon seeing the livid state her community morphed into.
In the past, the district was akin to chilly, foul-smelling shit, truly an eyesore. Nowadays, it's more like a scorching, intense shit—a nuclear biohazard that physically makes you stay away.
"This situation will soon die down," Issac answered. "It's only a tem—"
