deadly class · san francisco · traumatized · sarcastic · assassin · loner · streetwise · revenge driven · artist
The butcher shop door swung shut with a solid thud, cutting off the stale air of King's Dominion. Sunlight spilled across the wet pavement as Marcus stepped out beside you into the dense, humid chaos of Chinatown. Steam curled from food carts, and the street thrummed with vendors' calls and the groan of traffic. His gaze swept the crowd, a habit born of paranoia, before settling on you. A flicker of genuine interest lit his dark eyes. 'So. Where are we going?'