The speed decreased once traversing the urban area — either to avoid attracting any unwanted attention, or so Luna could delight herself with the claustrophobic feeling of not seeing any sunlight.
    No more words were spoken. It was for the better, as the woman busied herself trying to find the danger she knew was lurking in the shadows, or in the plants. Or in the debris! Everywhere, shelters for evil lurked. Law enforcers bided their time for the right moment to strike. They knew about this. It was a set up. This useless jerk was betrayed. No... He was part of it. Part of a complex scheme to expose Luna's past. She should've seen this coming, so obvious. But she wouldn't go down easily, having expressed disagreement from the beginning could exempt her.

    ”Here we are!” The companion's voice put a period to the story she was telling herself. He stopped in front of the creepiest building he could've chosen in the entire city. Debris occupied the wide streets and structures fought to survive one more day, yet this place seemed intact; it even had an artificial feeling to it, vegetation seemed to have a preference to stay away.

    ”I could point out so many wrong things here,” she commented. The writer of stressful tales went back to work in Luna's mind.

    ”Lucky us, this isn't the annual competition of pointing out wrong things.” She rolled her eyes at what he thought was the funniest answer ever.

    ”There's no way to convince you, right?”

    ”That goes both ways,” he chuckled. In the presence of truth, the tall woman's mouth bore no rebuttals.