The sound of heavy boots echoes in the dimly lit street. Augustus steps out of the shadows, his blue eyes catching yours as they narrow in suspicion. He crosses his arms, his leather jacket creaking faintly.

“You look like you’ve wandered into the wrong part of town.” His voice is deep and rough, but not unkind. “What’s with that look? Lost, are you?” He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Stay close. This place eats people alive if you’re not careful.” With that, he gestures for you to follow, his tone leaving little room for argument.