Chapter 125

Darren's POV

As I walked into the dark alley behind an abandoned factory, I smelt it.

The smell of a mixture of cheap perfume, vomit, dead mouse, sperm, and cigarettes.

This place was known as Dark Market in Mediland, where rogues, outlaws, and drunkards dwelled like cockroaches at every corner of the alley.

My brother used to tell me that people should live with a purpose. If a person loses their purpose in life, they usually end up staying in places like this.

The disgusting drench of low lives. The rock bottom in this world by any standard.

"Hey, handsome biker. Do you want to come inside? I'll show you a good time and let you ride me." A woman with messy make-up and hair slurred at me. Several of her teeth were gone and there was a big scar on her face.

"I'm looking for a woman," I said to her.

"I'm a woman," she said. Then, she bent over and lifted her short skirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, so she was basical