For most of the drive, Shepard and I don’t talk much with the exception of me giving him directions. He already seems so tense, and I don’t fully get why. Sure some of the rich people who live across the bay are a little snooty, but they’re no worse than anyone else with power in this city.
Why does he seem so hostile towards them?
“Damn…” Shepard trails off, once we finally reach the estate.
A huge old fashion mansion lays before us. Vines tangle up the sides of the brick work and around the tall iron gate. I smile, seeing that Crystal is already waiting for us.
“Heeyy!” She happily cries out. I hop out of the truck, and wave back. Bouncing up to me she gives me a quick hug through the gate. “Here, let me open this up for you.”
Crystal rushes off, a few mome
