the smuggler’s bible

Hiro

In some ways, ghoulies are a lot like normal people. When compared using other, arguably more important and generally applicable metrics, one begins to notice considerable differences. Still, nobody likes a rigged game.

Hiro leans against the tombstone, counting the shapes swirling in the darkness outside his chalk circle.

“I know it sucks. You played it straight, but now you’re in a position where all you can do is hope I fuck up somehow.”

The ghoulies howl and moan, spitting bile.

“Hey, I didn’t make the rules,” Hiro says. “But whoever did really, really had it out for you guys.”