We keep walking toward the edge of the city. The crowds thin out. The noise turns down. I look for the sun and find it barely reaches this place.
Everywhere else I've been today felt at least a little familiar. Here, something crawls over my skin.
"What is this place?"
"You've never been?" Bluey says. "Guess someone like you wouldn't visit a district like this."
"It looks dead."
"During the day, yeah. It only really lives at night."
"You should come," Blondie says, almost laughing. "See how bright a night can be. Just don't let anyone from school see you. They'd kick you out."
I make a mental note never to mention this to Sohee.
A man in a rumpled suit wobbles down the sidewalk, his face dark and tired, a bottle of beer in his hand. Behind him, a woman in a very revealing outfit smokes and watches him the way a cat watches a bird. Probably after his wallet.
