Walking home from work, Sage frowned uneasily. Skelrun's tags were everywhere – marking the city. Sage shivered as she passed yet another business with a broken door and smashed out windows. Skelrun might have murdered his rival, leaving him free to claim the streets, but some people still weren't bowing to him. The more resistance the gang encountered – the uglier things were getting. Sage stuffed her hands into her pockets. Had the Mad Dog been the one to smash up these buildings? 

　　Her heart sank – feeling like a lead weight in her chest. She'd overheard many people in the café complaining about the raised 'protection' fees. They'd whispered...