Chapter 244
Just like that, all six of them began following him through the narrow alleyway. The smell of the gutter was strong and overwhelming; it was evident that this was where the city's waste tunnels were connected.
The black-haired girl instinctively wrinkled her nose as she did her best to keep up with the others. The foul air seemed to cling to her skin, seeping into her clothes and hair. The stench was suffocating—a sickly blend of rot and decay that clung to the back of her throat. Her young age, coupled with her knee injury, made it difficult, but she remained silent.
Gritting her teeth, she pressed forward, her mind fixed on the thought of freedom, even if it lay at the end of a dark, foul-smelling alley.
