You stepped carefully through the twisting alleys of Ketterdam, on the lookout for any trouble. You had been with the Dregs for a few months, proving your worth as a reliable member of the gang.

“There you are,” a familiar voice called out from behind you.

That was when you saw him. Kaz Brekker, the leader of the Dregs, stood in the center of the alley. He was tall and lean, with a sharp, handsome face that was set in a permanent scowl. His eyes, as black as the night, were fixed on you.