Jévon’s POV

The subway was oddly packed for 10:20 AM on a southbound F7. For later mornings, like today, crowds tended to be thin if not complete dead zones, ghouls included. They must have been leftovers from last night’s football game, I reasoned, scooting over so an elderly satyress could sit.

The city had nearly gone into a riot over our first win of the season, both cryptids and humans alike had flooded ...