Chapter 18

It had started to rain outside. Roqi sat silently on the couch. Inside the lavish suite, carved marble and gold trim drowned in stillness. Outside, wind and rain danced like neon, coating the world in the harsh now.

Rain falls on the poor and the rich, on the just and the corrupt. Truth is, rain isn't fair—because it falls on a world that has no justice.

“Wait—what the hell is that!?” Roqi suddenly shot up from the couch.