The two twisted minds! Revival?

Chapter 207

City of Harlington, back alleyways.

Just like any city in the world, the city of Harlington had its own slums and dirty alleys where criminals, thugs, or other anti-social elements resided or were active.

The narrow, twisted streets seemed to swallow light, leaving only shadows where danger lurked at every corner.

The air here was thick with the stench of decay and desperation, where the line between life and death was razor-thin.

The smell of rotting garbage and filth permeated everything, mixing with the occasional distant wail of someone too far gone to be saved.

These were often lawless zones where sometimes the cost of life became cheaper than a loaf of bread.

Here, morality was a luxury no one could afford, and a human life was traded like currency—cheap and easily spent.