As we entered the 13th district, an atmosphere of shame and dark secrets hung over us. This place, beyond the bounds of acceptability, evoked a sense of unease that seeped into every alley and back alley.
I waited for Aaron and he arrived looking at me with a certain distrust, as if he was waiting for me to commit something crazy. Along with several friends in a van. I said nothing, not when he was helping me to alleviate my consequences.
Aaron was leading the way, followed closely by Carter. The desolate landscape of District 13 was marked by decaying buildings and shadows that seemed to whisper stories of a murky past. Every step we took echoed with the awareness that we were venturing into dangerous territory laden with unspeakable secrets.
