I dunno how the hell I ended up here. I walked outta that door and it jus' felt so damn free. The smell of the waste behind me. The wretches of the fuckin' earth they were. Filling that place to the rafters with their funk. I was so glad to be outside those fuckin' bars, I didn't give a damn where I was headin'. This city is, dead? I saw a few locals standin' in the street talkin' Sounded like some fella was coming off the same track as me? I dunno some black mark that runs the local bar was welcomin' him from someplace. I guess I jus' never got a welcome home unless it was me comin' in from lockdown; kid coulda been jus' gettin' home from the library, fuck if I know.
 
I wandered around, keepin' to myself as usual. Found a clinic, stumbled on some fella movin' into his new place on the wharf. Kid wasn't very talkative, and way overdressed for the area. Those are the ones you gotta watch. Settin' up shop to hide somethin' those are.
 
Somethin' interesting that could prove very useful; the underground. This fuckin' city is covered with catacombs that lead everywhere. I made my way from the subway and into what looked like the Underground Maintenance department offices. Front doors were locked, but as usual I found a way in. Ephran Ehrler is the name that looks like he runs that shit. I saw his name on some paperwork. Nothin' too good to snatch, an' no where to stash it yet anyway, but it could be a very good vantage point to keep my eye on things. The office upstairs overlooks that local place that seems kinda busy, Lulu's. The black guy, I heard someone call him "Myth", looks like he owns or jus' runs the bar. Either way, the dude could come in handy, looks well connected. Everyone tells their story to the bartender.
 
Jus' when I got settled into the nice leather couch Mr. Ehrler has in his office, some whore was rattlin' the door downstairs. I dunno if her and her boyfriend were just lookin' for someplace to 'get away' or they spotted me. The thought crossed my mind to let the bitch in, choke her with the telephone cord, and get her purse; I need cash. The thought of the look on her man's face locked outside those glass doors while I violated his bitch made me warm inside, but I held myself back. Then, I made a quick exit. Slippin' back into the tunnels I climbed out near, what looked like, a warehouse. I ran up the steps checkin' behind me and kicked in the door, then quickly shoved it back closed after. I looked through the dim lighting to the floor below; this was a bar too. The Warehouse. Not a soul in sight, I barricaded the door I'd kicked in, and called it 'home' that night.
 
...makin' my list, and checkin' it twice.