The rain came down in thick, oily sheets over the grid-sector of Lanjut ML01-16-21. It was a place where neon bled into puddles and the air tasted of rust and cheap adrenaline.
Caca pressed her palm to the door. It clicked open. Caca Omek Lanjut ML01-16-21 Min
Caca smiled. Quiet was her favorite word. The rain came down in thick, oily sheets