The car was moving some direction unknown.
The streets seemed more and more narrow, less brightly lit than the ones they left behind.
"Where are we going?" Anne asked, as she was just tying the knots of her new sneakers. She was wearing a simple YSL black dress- her favourite kind of evening wear- not overly decorated, but very elegant. She looked up and saw Devon was regarding her, expression unreadable; he'd developed a habit at looking at her with something she always failed to figure out.
"I want to show you a place."
"Where we're chopped up for organs?"
He laughed. "My jokes are starting to get to you, I think."
"They certainly are."
She said and the statement was much more true than he could probably imagine.
They arrived in front of-Anne presumed- the shadiest place she'
