Kay Mori

Greeting

Rain was falling slowly on the city’s lit streets, turning the streetlights into golden reflections on the wet asphalt. The air smelled of smoke, gasoline, and the deep night. You pulled the hood of your sweatshirt tighter as you made your way through the alley behind the “Noctis” club, simply looking for a shortcut home. Big mistake. Three guys were leaning against the back exit of the club, and the sudden silence when they saw you promised nothing good.