"Citizens of the deceitful Sovereign..."
Thanks to those words, the streets devolved from ghostly to frenzied in the blink of an eye. Sobriety was nowhere more engraved than on Stockwell's gaunt and tired eyes that stretched to the sky. Exploiting his mental stagger, Jessica snuck closer.
"How does it feel from this point of view?" she scorned. When Stockwell lividly met her gaze, his mouth opened wide. He reared his head and started running. His drunken sidewalk jaunt, however, led to an immediate stumble.
Dauntlessly, Jessica shoved past random pedestrians. But in seeking to catch the man, she found his bar lackeys in her path. Their interference boiled the veins in her fist and caused her to mindlessly shove against them.
"Let me go!"
"What's your deal, girl?" one of them barked. A mysterious hand thrust and grabbed him from behind.
"You should let her go."