The apartment on top of the bar was rather accommodating. It was small with only the bedroom and a small bathroom. But Blaze did not wish for more.
It had a wide, glass window that looked out to the Undercity. All the light and smoke of the night life were visible from here.
This city was a never ending night life with a yellow moon engraved in the middle of the dirt ceiling. The people here had grown accustomed to the city. Most of them had long abandoned the wish to return to the real world. For them, this world had become their new reality and life.
Blaze did not have any baggage so moving in was as simple as taking the key from the bartender.
He had also learned her name, Samantha Greywood.
Sam had come into the Undercity around her twenty. But she wasn't strong enough to leave. So she had made peace with herself and started to build a life here.
That was fourteen years ago. She was now thirty four.
