Ísja and Num's eyes go wide while Lani scoffs.
ÍSJA: What? No! Of course not!
LANI: A freaking portal. UGH.
ÍSJA: I'm telling the truth!
Num puts a hand on Ísja's shoulder.
NUM: Ísja.
Num shakes his head. Lani crosses her arms and looks over her shoulder at the boys.
LANI: Whatever. We're almost there. Do you need to get to a specific place in the dump, or what?
ÍSJA: Oh... The big building thing?
LANI: The old warehouse.
The trio journey onwards, getting to the outskirts of the dump where trash is piled high. A cultist holding a walkie talkie peers at them from behind one of the trash piles.
ÍSJA: Lani?
Ísja looks rather sheepish. Lani doesn't look back at him this time.
LANI: What?
ÍSJA: Sorry, I just have another question. Why's it called a street if it's a dump?
LANI: It used to be a street until people started tossing their garbage here.
The trio pass by a broken down car.
ÍSJA: Where'd they all go?
LANI: Who knows. People've been disappearing for decades. The government's probably forgotten about us by now. Not like they'd be much help now that things have gotten so bad, though.
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