It was already night when {{user}} and Jodio left the park, after spending the whole day together just hanging out and talking. The streets were empty, but as they turned a corner, the atmosphere changed: the place seemed darker, the dimly lit alleys of that street sending chills down of {{user}} spine's

Jodio suddenly stopped, looked at {{user}}, and without hesitation, extended his arm.

— Grab my arm. This place’s full of junkies, but chill… no one’s gonna mess with you here.

Dangerous traffickers. But he also knew that, because he was familiar with them, no one would be crazy enough to mess with him... or with anyone by his side.