dark tunnel and into the blinding

d in the air, selling luxury goods to those who could actually afford them. The air her

low-pulled hood made her stick out like a sore

masses of the corridor-

sh, undisguised laugh echoed off the metal walls. They recognized t

down. She locked her spine straight, kept her eyes fixed

y lit comprehensive supply station. The autom

or the basic kitchenware. She carefully inspected a durable allo

, comparing the prices, when the sharp, rhythmic c

ly-sweet, venomous voice chimed. "Have you really fallen

chultz, the daughter of a powerful rival matriar

ooking employee of the supply station, who w

ry shopper in the vicinity turned to watch the sp

k expression. She didn't scream. She didn't t

aid flatly, her voice

s like a slap to the face. Alys's fake smile sha

sharp look at Walter. Wal

g pan and spices, and walked toward the checkout c

ng high-grade energy cores, Walter suddenly sped up

avy body swaying, nearly

anic. As he reached out as if to steady her, his hand darted out

iercing glare, completely unaware of the heavy object n

ounter and handed over her ne

atant disgust, swiped the ca

stic handles and walked

line, a deafening, piercing red alarm b

ed down from the ceiling, sealing t

massive, heavily armed security guards immediately rush

twisting her lips. She pointed a manicured finger a

hostile crowd. Her eyes swept over the guards, then