Chapter 89 Timmy

• Sheila trailed behind the woman, navigating a desolate alleyway scarred by vibrant graffiti. The ground was littered with dirt and debris, while abandoned cars lined the streets, their rusting hulks a testament to the area's neglect. As they walked, the only sounds being the soft crunch of gravel beneath their shoes, Sheila's mind began to wander. What motivated this woman to help her? She focused her super-sensitive hearing on the woman's heartbeat, but it remained calm and steady, reassuring her that the woman's intentions seemed genuine.
• With renewed confidence, Sheila followed the woman as they climbed into a broad, dimly lit tunnel. The air inside was stale and musty, filled with the scent of decay. As they emerged from the tunnel, Sheila's eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, revealing a sprawling landscape of old, worn buildings. They stood in a small, rundown ghetto area, the walls of the buildings covered in a kaleidoscope of graffiti, while broken windows gaped like empty eyes.
• The woman, seemingly oblivious or rather, used to the surroundings, led Sheila through the narrow streets, dodging trash and broken glass. They passed by a group of rough-looking men dressed in rugged black-themed outfits with durags tied around their heads and tattoos etched all over their skin. They eyed Sheila with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. The woman, however, seemed to command a sense of respect, as they nodded in greeting as she passed.