As I sprint out of the city, a voice pierces my thoughts.
You’ve failed, E, it hisses. You’ve failed.
And I have. I’ve failed to get Z back.
Z was my best friend. We lived on a boat. It was just us, it always had been. The two of us against the rest of the world.
Then we docked in Port Trowmouth, one of the deadliest places in the whole world. We had just finished buying supplies for the next fe...