#flayed embers

Dying rays of orange cascade through Zaun's iron architecture complimented by it's signature brand of neon green electric light. Gloaming light could even reach this deep into Zaun's backstreets but not for long. Soon only grey and green would remain. Tekun traversed the cobbled streets, his eyes ahead of him and not focused upon the industry around him.

Something new had found its way through the streets of Zaun and begun circulating into the hands of Zaun's more troubled and destitute population. A new drug, this turned people psychotic and violent. It "turned off" their tolerance to pain and the wrong kinds of people were begining to use it. They called it Hyper. Someone was producing it, someone was distributing it and Tekun thought he had a lead on where they may have been.

Supposedly, there was some sort of operation occurring in the skeletal remains of a glassworks building, down some back roads and away from where most people would want to travel. Going off the traveled road and towards the edges of the slums at this hour was asking for trouble and as it stood Tekun was begging for it. He came prepared. It was a two story building, not counting the potential for a basement. The front door was chained shut, Tekun would need to find another way in.