Mj stood outside the address Gwen had given her, glaring angrily at the faded gray wall, which she knew was an old methyl lab.

She hadn't taken an interest in the address until she saw the building.

Its once pure gray shell has been neglected and stained by anything inside and out.

Sure, someone spent a little time cleaning and brushing the walls, but it's definitely a work in progress.

She silently cursed Gwen in her heart, she would haunt Gwen forever if she was murdered here, and she even knew she had been here before.

This is where she and Peter spend the night, and when she rushes out of the building, she doesn't even realize where she is before she breaks down and confesses everything to Peter.

He brought her here in shock and took her to a safe place after an accident at the restaurant.

Now that she had a chance to take a good look, she circled around the neighborhood.

He wanted to see not only the apartment Gwen had talked about, but also the place.

A good apartment in the warehouse is still a bad idea, it is noisy and busy when she walks around, but quite clean.

Her instinct to run didn't sound too loud, though, there was little trash on the streets, no signs of cardboard beds and makeshift shelters, and one of the reasons the lab had been hidden for so long was that the area was relatively tidy.

Even the coffee she just finished was bought from a nearby convenience store, which was actually very good.

Although she noticed several stacks of cigarettes in the convenience store, there were no oil cans to warm the homeless.

Mj mentally blames herself for this, and she has enough stereotypes in her own life to start judging others with them.

The path leading to the main entrance has at least been weeded and cleaned, and its paving stones contrast with the asphalt-covered concrete of the surrounding area.

The Brooklyn Shipyard Industrial District isn't really a thriving area, but the idea has been circulating for some time.

Not always a good thing, as some of the more outdated buildings were burned or sealed with wooden panels.

But at $1,000 a month plus utility bills, Mj can't be picky.

Mary Jane, an ordinary student who looks far beyond ordinary people, is the daughter of a absentee-working mother and an alcoholic father.

Tired of dealing with him, tired of his abuse at her, tired of her mother, tired of her looks.

Tired of her grades, tired of how she should pay more rent while working, tired of any excuse to drink and yell.

She had a small budget, and her grades meant she could only get a job as a waitress.

But her looks meant she got lots of tips along with phone numbers that could help her get through until her dream modeling contract or acting job became a reality.

But even then, she didn't get anything.

A woman should empower herself, but she is tired of him doing it.

Even if she's attractive? Even if she has the idea of liking modeling?

Or a spokeswoman? No, today if you're too smart or too charismatic, you're going to have to be dumber or dirtier.

No one could feel unqualified, and of course, her father had to let her know how to make her flesh and blood feel like trash because she was attractive.

It seemed like his favorite lesson, or stop being a fucking whore like he likes to say.

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