Dialogue Hexcode: #336644
The light turned green as Mason pressed on the gas. He was just driving around with no real destination in mind, mostly because he was feeling sick to his stomach. He didn't know how to handle it and he needed time to think, hence the driving. I need a beer He shakes his head, No, no not now. Not after I've been so good.
Mason had been sober for three months, and trying to get sober for much longer. It's true what they say; an addict never stops being an addict. At work, at home, anywhere really he still feels as though he needs to have a beer.
He glances at the clock, "Shit, it's already 10:30. I should get back to the house." The house was not really his, but it was rented by the department for the duration of the case they were on. They were entering the underground of Atlanta, a dark place filled with drugs, prostitutes, and pimps, a veritable hell on earth. The thought of it all made Mason sick to his stomach, he wanted to help them, he really did. However, something are just too hard to stare at. Nietzsche once said, "When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares at you." And Mason was not impressed at the feeling of being watched, of being found out.
The reason for all this inner turmoil and tumultuous monologue? At 8:30 tonight, Mason and his partner, Elijah McCloud, were going to be "visiting" a small group of women held by a specter with no known identity. Tonight, they are going to gather evidence and hopefully to bring him down quickly. But they are stepping into a world they don't understand. A shadow world, where they must play by shadow rules.