Two sedan cars stopped near a night market under the pedestrians' gazes.
Coming out of them were seven people, all of them carrying a strong air with them—Hybrids.
"Hmm?" Ravenna was the first one to come and looked around, the aroma of rich medley—savory grilled meats, sizzling spices, and the sweet tang of caramelized sugar infiltrated her nose instantly. "I am confused, why are we ending the night here when we have Fabio's money"
"Oh, are you too dignified now?" Lucivar chimed with a light chuckle. "Are you a princess?"
"We just came from the hot spring—we're clean, and you brought us to Sector 2," Leandra snapped as she climbed out of the car, frustration clear in her voice. "Of course we're pissed! We are just going to get filthy all over again,"
"It's fine… it's good for us to walk around," Nerissa, as always, trying to keep the peace.
But Ravenna and Leandra were not going to let this go.
"A night market? Nice!" Mirel nodded in approval as he approached.
