C20 A Fragile Refuge

The rain hadn’t stopped, and neither had Arun. He ran until the alleys blurred into one another, until the burn in his lungs forced him to slow. The neon gave way to darker streets, where the buzz of nightlife faded into silence.

Finally, he ducked into a side stairwell of a run-down apartment block. The door was broken, the lock hanging useless. Perfect.

Inside