GENRE: YA SECRET
Once upon a time, they called the city Hong Kong.
Mo called it a graveyard. Grey roads crisscrossing in a maze, one or two traffic lights sparking on and off. Skyscrapers, long abandoned, stood vigil over their fallen cousins. Mo whistled and the wind echoed her, rattling the windows. Half the window ledges were rusted, but Mo didn’t spare them a glance as she swung between them and up the building. She’d scaled the city’s skyscrapers for seven years.
With the right angle, the sunlight could reflect off the buildings and bathe the city in something other than grey. Thousands of mornings spent this high up, and Mo had yet to see that perfect sunrise.
The room stank. Mo knotted her grey shawl around her face. Every week, the coastguard and the witches agreed to a ceasefire and brought their corpses home. Before that, dozens of scavengers like Mo hurried to pick the place clean.