Hide stood at the mouth of the alleyway, the sweltering desert wind of Ufrifa blowing past his back.
He didn't need the lights from the main street to see what was happening in the pitch-black corridor between the buildings. His passive skill, True Sight, instantly pierced through the suffocating darkness, rendering the horrific scene in perfect, sickening detail.
There were two men.
The first was a massive, burly guy with sickly pale, albino skin and patches of coarse, rust-colored hair slicked to his scalp with sweat. He had a fat, protruding belly that strained against a filthy, shabby undershirt. His clothes were patched at different spots, reeking of cheap alcohol and unwashed grime. At this exact moment, his stained trousers were pulled all the way down around his ankles.
