Nick walked down the lonely street of the abandoned Dregs.
This part of the Dregs had nearly nobody living in it. At most, some people who wanted to avoid the blood tax tried to hide here.
And some of them actually managed to do that, but they were in the minority.
Because of that, only the people who couldn't afford to lose another two liters of blood would try that stunt.
After all, if they were going to die with the next tax anyway, they might as well take their chances.
But aside from these people, there was basically no one.
The streets were completely ruined, and walking on them was extremely dangerous.
Nick had been walking through these streets for several days now, only leaving once a day to do his duties in Dark Dream and to sleep.
Nick had become 18 years old recently, and he was finally ready to become a level two Extractor.
A John.