Chapter 18: Solitary Blues
Rowan
Most of these suckers parade around flashing their god-parentage like some fucking badge. Which has made my business extremely lucrative until the gods found out and shut me down, tossing me in this shithole.
I whack the back of my head against the cement wall. Who knew the gods who freaking cared less than an atom about their offspring would be offended in my con.
It wasn't my first time conning, and it sure as fuck won't be my last. Just like Thomas, the guy who taught me all my tricks. He took me off the streets on my tenth birthday and looked after me like his brother.
Fast forward to when he died from an overdose and I found a way to survive with his teachings, then I ended up in this shithole.