*Lena*

The black market was everything I expected it to be—dark, dirty, and dangerous. I dressed the part wearing an old, oversized hoodie with the hood pulled to obscure my face. I kept my head down, my hands shoved into the pockets of my jeans, as I navigated the narrow, dimly lit alleyways. My heart raced in my chest, every instinct screaming at me to get out before it was too late.

But I had to see this through.

The arms ...