Chapter 12: Justice for Mom
The street was deserted. The streetlamps flickered uncertainly.
Beside him, Ginny moved, paws skimming over puddles of stagnant water.
— "Finding the ones who sell curses like toys for children," Jin muttered.
"And making them pay for the joke."
He cut through the city’s filthiest districts.
Alleyways crawling with garbage, graffiti-scrawled walls, prostitutes staring at him and drug addicts sprawled on the ground.
Duraand was a rather dirty city, but it was a reflection of Kovalia’s politicians.
In underground bars, heads turned away the moment he entered.
He traded crumpled, dirty bills for half-spoken truths.
Finally, in a grimy backroom, a drunk informant, slumped over with fear and drink.
— "The Chrysalid Counter... They deal in tailored curses. That’s what you’re after, isn’t it ?"