Mark followed them quietly, his frame shivering as he thought about what was going to happen to him. Many times, the notion of running away came to his mind, but then, remembering who they were, he controlled himself from doing so.
Viper's Covenant, a group that had a firm grip over Onyxgate's dark side, was involved with everything that could be considered illegal. Their beginning was through smuggling things across the border.
Which slowly expanded, and they started dipping their fingers into other trades. In less than a decade, their name echoed in every back alley of Onyxgate.
Mark dragged his feet, trying to make the destination be as far as possible, but at last they arrived at their destination.
The burly man opened the door to what looked like a pub and entered. Others followed, but one of them stopped. He turned toward Mark, a smirk planted over his face as he gave Mark a thorough look, the smile widening as he said, "Get in."
