A Week Ago
Cold sweat slid down Vincent's temple as he finally stepped into Dominus territory.
The area was known as the Cernov Sector, a place crowded with immigrants from the North, people like Victor.
It was divided clearly into two worlds. One side belonged to those with money and protection. The other was left to rot. Ulrich had dropped him off in the latter without hesitation.
The houses were packed so tightly together that they looked like they were clinging to each other for survival.
Pollution turned the sky into a permanent shade of grey, thick and suffocating. The air reeked of piss, smoke, and something metallic that lingered at the back of the throat.
Drunk bodies slumped against walls. Drug dealers operated openly. Men and women sold themselves in dark corners without shame or pretense.
None of it disturbed Vincent.
