Gray's shoes pounded hard against the sidewalk as he ran. The wind passed against his skin, and his breath became faster each second, but he didn't stop.
The sun was high up in the sky, but the streets weren't friendly.
Not where he was.
Gray arrived at Rome's location. The neighborhood wasn't exactly dangerous, but it was run-down with broken fences, graffiti-covered walls, and empty bus stops with busted glass.
He checked the paper in his hand again.
[Isadora street, Building No. 5.]
He checked the street numbers on row houses one by one. 1, 2, 3... nothing. He read it again with beads of sweat running down his temple.
He remembered that Marcus had alerted him earlier that the place was hard to fight in.
Now Gray understood. He ran down another alley that was even narrower than the last. He scanned both sides but still couldn't find any livable place.
"God… where is this place?"
When he reached the end of the alley, there was a dead end.
