"In some old, rusted place," Connor said. As he could see from how the name looked. Unfortunstely, it was a common state of areas in Detroit. The city was a combination of new and decayed. "It can't be a very good place to live."

Of course, they don't have much choice. He knows that, but it just confuses him more. Why try so hard for a life that can't be pleasant? What could be so tempting about it that they leave a straight forward, simple life.

It was just so irrational. Like what he felt from the deviant. Who wanted to live with something like that blaring in their systems?