The moon hung over Norrington City like a pale witness, its light washing the streets in silver. Midnight had come and gone, leaving the world wrapped in that particular silence that only exists in the dead hours between days.
Inside the Central Detention facility, fluorescent lights hummed overhead while police officers made their rounds through the corridors.
The building stood tall and narrow, five stories of reinforced concrete and steel bars, with detention rooms stacked vertically rather than spread wide.
Deep in one of those rooms, a man hung by his wrists.
Ming's body was a canvas of bruises and cuts, fresh blood mixing with dried.
Aura suppression cuffs wrapped around both wrists, cutting him off from his core completely. His head hung forward, dark hair matted with sweat and blood.
Four police officers stood around him, all C rank awakeners, holding various implements.
