SOFIA

The travel back to the human city was long. I keep a cap on to stay discreet. Once we are at the address, my nerves spikes up with unease.

I walk closely beside Carlos, holding hands as he leads the way. My parents are trailing behind us, talking to each other in hushed voice. The street reeks of trash and cigarettes making me scrunch up my nose.

We stop in front of a small four stories brown building. A rusted entrance with a broken furniture is kept aside, covered in dust and ...