C44 Mourning House

"Eat." Jahni set down a paper bag, the smell of warm soups wafting around the warehouse. No one felt much like indulging, but they obliged anyways, Gigi picking a warm cup and cradling it in her hands.

"Vincent," Jahni called his name, but he was long lost to the distance, watching shafts of light hit the rafters above as he bit away at the rough flesh of his thumb.

"Vinny, you need to eat