er his hoodie in the corners of the joint, not interacting with anyone. All the Dungeon Dwellers knew who he was, "The Loner" was the nickname he goes by, the soft spoken boy wh

ace provided. The legalities of the club was questionable. "The Loner" was the one who cleaned up the place really well so that they never had a brush

rt. Providing entertainment for the night crawlers, kinky attractions,

as just a young boy. He was already sneaking his way out at night to explore the city even before he met Adrian at the age of 14. Every child in Mo

as the club cleaner. He carefully picked up anything that looked and smelled illegal. People who were too intoxicated to go home were locked in the club until they were ready to g

ght showed. A thin mist of orange behind the clouds slowly spread across the sky making it glow a bright yellowish red, gradually but persistently. By 6 A.M. light started to fall on every

gle chair in the middle of the room facing a TV tube on a small side table. A fridge in the far corner of the room, and a very simple two door wardrobe

ady to sleep. She just stood there, not far behind him, to the left. She stood still, always in her black dress. He never had the nerve to look over to see what she looked like, or whether she had a face. The mask was to hide fr