Dark and cramped.
That was John's first impression upon entering.
A two-bedroom low-rent apartment.
Sofa and floor covered in takeaway boxes, walls piled with semi-finished products, and human models lying or leaning around the workbench.
Apart from the trash, there were used inhibitors and empty liquor bottles.
Edward turned off the blaring rock music.
If scissors were compared to a delicate giraffe, then Edward was a short, stout, temperamental porcupine.
He handed over a headband.
"Put it on, got something good to show you."
"...Shit, man, your style's just like those scammers in the alley."
"Scared of viruses? Wants to be a big shot but is a coward?"
"Virus or not, doesn't matter to me, if something goes wrong, it definitely won't be my problem."
John took the thing and put it on his head, data cable plugged into his neck, and Black Light quietly breached the device's program.
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A filter covered the field of vision.
