Jin opened his territory map before they had made it two blocks from the school.
The map had changed. Scattered across the city, mixed in with the small lights of his people, were new marks he hadn't seen before. They were small glowing squares, each one sitting over a street or a park or the shell of an old building. Most of them were green. A few were still grey. One, a little north of the school, was blue.
"How many?" Echo asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Too many." Jin counted eleven before he stopped counting. "That one's closest."
The blue one sat in the old apartment district, where Mirim's forest had pushed out past the school walls months ago and swallowed half the neighborhood. Jin didn't like the color. The first gate had been grey, then green, and the green ones had come out stronger. He didn't want to think about what blue meant, so they ran.
