The Journey of an Ou

"You're a regular here, aren't you" Heather nodded to Essie. "That must be tough.",Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.,In the next instant, a blurry black shape flashed before his eyes.。