escape the underworld.

[curaga]

The waves suck lazily at the dock’s pews. Underneath, the aggressive barks of sealions cut through the thick crowd. Standing atop the pier, a girl approaches you. Her eyes alight and smile exposing the slightest hint of a canine. Before you can slink away she’s grabbed your sleeve. She’s hardly the first aggressive vendor you’ve come across.

“Hey mister! Wanna know your future?! Come this way!” The next tug is hard enough to tear your sleeve from your shirt if you choose to move elsewhere.