Chapter 4

When we finally opened the door, we saw the shopfront was splattered with bright red paint, and all sorts of vicious graffiti had been scrawled across it.

Bruce called someone to clean it up, but the moment they heard it was our shop, they flat-out refused. "I wouldn't touch your filthy business with a ten-foot pole. You deserve every bit of this."

Staring at the wrecked shop, I just felt completely helpless.

As dusk settled in, we finally made it back to our old apartment building.

But the scene waiting at our own door was even more brutal than at…