The bleak slum, chilled by the biting wind, stirred with activity before dawn as three people, draped in heavy clothing, took advantage of the night to sneak towards a port that had yet to begin its operations. Judging by their silhouettes, there were two adults and one child.
"Board the ship first, head to Colombia," Red Demon instructed, thrusting a stone into the spider's hand, "Remember, once you arrive, whether or not I'm there, open the door immediately."
"Sir, what about you?" the little girl looked up at Red Demon.
"Me?"
Red Demon reached out and gently patted her on the head, "I'll be fine."
As he finished speaking, Spider was biting her lip, "Why has it come to this."
"Maybe I miscalculated something."
"What?"
"It's nothing now, not important anymore." Red Demon waved them off: "Go."
