Gibbon liked the dark. It was comforting. Like a warm, black blanket, he could crawl inside and shut the outside world out, as if none of it even existed. A few weeks ago, after slogging through sewers and drain pipes for months, he’d come across this new dark place. Though there were lots of people walking around above him during the day, hardly anyone ever came down here, and at night, he was free to go out, do his bidding, and then come back here to be alone, taking solace in the ...