Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQJ97S9BFRMYRA41BACXYQ

Run Details

Model:
Mistral Small 3.2 24B
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Thriller: chase through city streets
Duration:
17m 20s
Cost:
$0.020090
Provider:
Mistral

Evaluation summary

Score Evaluator
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100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags (details)
61.96% AI-ism adverb frequency (details)
100.00% AI-ism character names (details)
100.00% AI-ism location names (details)
22.08% AI-ism word frequency (details)
0.00% Cliché density (details)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell) (details)
0.00% Filter word density (details)
100.00% Gibberish response detection (details)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse (details)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks) (details)
39.06% Name drop frequency (details)
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing (details)
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse (details)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding) (details)
26.49% Paragraph length variance (details)
100.00% Passive voice overuse (details)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse (details)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse (details)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload) (details)
100.00% Repeated phrase echo (details)
100.00% Sentence length variance (details)
25.00% Sentence opener variety (details)
1.04% Adverb-first sentence starts (details)
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts (details)
21.89% Subject-first sentence starts (details)
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts (details)
100.00% Technical jargon density (details)
0.00% Useless dialogue additions (details)
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy) (details)
59.9178% Overall

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>

Model response

AI
The bone token burned in Quinn's palm as she sprinted through the rain-slicked streets of Camden. The suspect, a wiry figure in a black hoodie, darted ahead, his footsteps echoing off the wet pavement. She had been tailing him for hours, ever since he'd left The Raven's Nest, Silas' bar in Soho, with a package that couldn't be good. "Oi! Police! Stop!" Quinn shouted, her voice barely audible over the drumming rain. The suspect didn't even glance back, his pace quickening as he approached the entrance to the abandoned Camden Tube station. She knew what that meant—he was heading for the Veil Market, a place she'd only heard whispers about, a place that dealt in things that went bump in the night. The suspect disappeared down the stairs, and Quinn hesitated at the top. The market was off-limits to regular cops, a place where the supernatural and the criminal underworld intertwined. But she couldn't let him get away, not after what she'd seen at the Nest. The secret room, the strange symbols, the way Silas had looked at her when he thought she wasn't watching—it all pointed to something darker than your average criminal enterprise. She took a deep breath, the cold air filling her lungs, and stepped forward. The token in her hand was her only ticket in, a favour owed by a contact who knew too much about the things that went bump. She could feel its power, a faint pulse against her skin, like a second heartbeat. The stairs down were dark and damp, the air thick with the scent of mildew and something else—something metallic and old. Quinn's hand hovered near her service weapon, her fingers twitching. She wasn't sure what she'd find down here, but she knew she had to be ready. At the bottom of the stairs, she found herself in a vast, cavernous space. The walls were lined with stalls, each one lit by flickering lanterns that cast long, dancing shadows. The air was filled with the sound of hushed voices and the occasional cackle of laughter. The market was a maze of oddities and curiosities, a place where the normal rules didn't apply. Quinn spotted the suspect up ahead, weaving through the crowd. She pushed forward, her eyes scanning the stalls as she went. There were things here she couldn't begin to understand—bottles of coloured liquids that seemed to pulse with a light of their own, shelves of bones and trinkets that hummed with a strange energy. She kept her eyes on the suspect, her heart pounding in her chest. He ducked into a narrow alleyway between two stalls, and Quinn quickened her pace. As she turned the corner, she found herself face to face with a tall, gaunt figure. His eyes were sunken, his skin stretched tight over his bones. He smiled at her, revealing a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth. "Lost, little lamb?" he rasped, his voice like dry leaves scraping against stone. Quinn didn't flinch. She'd seen worse in her time on the force, things that would make your average citizen's hair stand on end. She kept her hand near her weapon, her eyes locked on the creature before her. "I'm looking for someone," she said, her voice steady. "A man in a black hoodie. He came this way." The creature tilted his head, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Many come this way, little lamb. Many go. Many stay." He leaned in close, his breath hot against her face. "But none leave unchanged." Quinn didn't back down. She'd faced down worse than this, things that went bump in the night and made grown men cry. She met his gaze, her own eyes hard and unyielding. "I don't have time for games," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I need to find that man. Now." The creature chuckled, the sound like dry bones rattling together. "Very well, little lamb. I will help you. But be warned—the path ahead is not for the faint of heart." He turned and led her deeper into the market, the stalls and alleys twisting and turning like a labyrinth. Quinn kept her eyes peeled, her senses on high alert. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that pulsed like a living thing. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. Finally, they reached a dead end, a narrow alleyway lined with stalls that seemed to stretch on forever. The suspect was nowhere in sight, but Quinn could feel him, like a presence in the back of her mind. She turned to the creature, her eyes narrowed. "Where is he?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. The creature smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "He is close, little lamb. But you must be careful. The path ahead is treacherous, and the things that dwell here are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, her hand on her weapon, her eyes scanning the alleyway. She could feel the power here, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As she rounded the corner, she found herself face to face with the suspect. He was standing in front of a stall, his back to her, his head bent in conversation with the stall's owner. Quinn could see the package in his hand, the one he'd taken from the Nest. It was wrapped in black cloth, tied with a length of twine. She drew her weapon, her voice ringing out in the quiet alleyway. "Police! Don't move!" The suspect froze, his hand still outstretched towards the stall's owner. The owner turned to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise. He was a small, wiry man, his skin pale and his hair wild and unkempt. He wore a long, flowing robe, the fabric worn and faded with age. "Detective Quinn," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I was wondering when you'd show up." Quinn kept her weapon trained on the suspect, her eyes locked on the man in the robe. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. The man smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I am Tomas, keeper of the Veil Market. And you, Detective Quinn, are not welcome here." Quinn didn't flinch. She'd faced down worse than this, things that went bump in the night and made grown men cry. She kept her weapon trained on the suspect, her eyes locked on the man in the robe. "I don't care about your rules," she said, her voice steady and unyielding. "I'm here for him. And I'm taking him in." The man in the robe chuckled, the sound like dry leaves scraping against stone. "You are a brave one, Detective Quinn. But bravery will not save you here. The things that dwell in this market are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't back down. She kept her weapon trained on the suspect, her eyes locked on the man in the robe. "I don't care about your warnings," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I'm here for him. And I'm taking him in." The man in the robe sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "Very well, Detective Quinn. But be warned—the path ahead is treacherous, and the things that dwell here are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't hesitate. She stepped forward, her weapon still trained on the suspect. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As she reached the suspect, she grabbed him by the arm, her fingers digging into his flesh. He turned to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "You're coming with me," she said, her voice low and dangerous. The suspect didn't resist. He allowed her to lead him back down the alleyway, his eyes locked on the man in the robe. As they passed the stall, the man in the robe reached out, his hand brushing against the package in the suspect's hand. "Be careful, Detective Quinn," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The things that dwell in this market are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't look back. She kept her eyes on the suspect, her hand on her weapon, her determination unwavering. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to the suspect, her eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What's in the package?" The suspect didn't answer. He kept his eyes locked on the man in the robe, his expression unreadable. Quinn could feel the tension in the air, the dark energy that seemed to pulse like a living thing. She knew she was in over her head, but she couldn't back down now. She had to see this through, no matter the cost. She grabbed the suspect by the arm, her fingers digging into his flesh. "I said, who are you?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. The suspect finally turned to look at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "I am Tomás Herrera," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "And I am here to help you." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. "Help me with what?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. Tomás Herrera smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Help you understand the truth," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market. The truth about the things that go bump in the night." Quinn didn't know what to say to that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept herweapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. As they reached the end of the alleyway, Quinn turned to Tomás, her eyes narrowed. "What truth?" she demanded, her voice low and dangerous. "What are you talking about?" Tomás Herrera sighed, his eyes sad and weary. "The truth about the things that dwell in this market," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "The truth about the things that go bump in the night. The truth about the things that are not to be trifled with." Quinn didn't know what to make of that. She kept her weapon trained on him, her eyes locked on his face. She could feel the power in this place, the dark energy that seemed to seep from the very walls. It made her skin crawl, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. 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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags790
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences1577
tagDensity0.501
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
61.96% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount51527
totalAiIsmAdverbs392
found
0
adverb"very"
count392
highlights
0"very"
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
22.08% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount51527
totalAiIsms803
found
0
word"footsteps"
count1
1
word"echoing"
count1
2
word"could feel"
count394
3
word"pulse"
count3
4
word"dancing"
count1
5
word"scanning"
count2
6
word"pounding"
count1
7
word"quickened"
count1
8
word"gleaming"
count1
9
word"pulsed"
count1
10
word"unwavering"
count392
11
word"glinting"
count1
12
word"treacherous"
count2
13
word"unreadable"
count1
14
word"tension"
count1
highlights
0"footsteps"
1"echoing"
2"could feel"
3"pulse"
4"dancing"
5"scanning"
6"pounding"
7"quickened"
8"gleaming"
9"pulsed"
10"unwavering"
11"glinting"
12"treacherous"
13"unreadable"
14"tension"
0.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches388
maxInWindow7
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count388
highlights
0"eyes narrowed"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells3
narrationSentences3199
matches
0"e with surprise"
1"e with surprise"
2"e with surprise"
0.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount0
hedgeCount394
narrationSentences3199
filterMatches(empty)
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"begin to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences3987
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen34
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords51519
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions794
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
39.06% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions1964
wordCount35786
uniqueNames10
maxNameDensity2.22
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Tomás"
discoveredNames
Quinn794
Camden2
Raven1
Nest3
Tube1
Veil1
Market1
Silas1
Tomás773
Herrera387
persons
0"Quinn"
1"Raven"
2"Silas"
3"Herrera"
places
0"Nest"
1"Market"
2"Tomás"
globalScore0.391
windowScore0.667
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences3189
glossingSentenceCount393
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214"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
215"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
216"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
217"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
218"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
219"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
220"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
221"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
222"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
223"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
224"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
225"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
226"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
227"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
228"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
229"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
230"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
231"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
232"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
233"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
234"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
235"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
236"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
237"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
238"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
239"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
240"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
241"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
242"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
243"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
244"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
245"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
246"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
247"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
248"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
249"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
250"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
251"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
252"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
253"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
254"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
255"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
256"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
257"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
258"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
259"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
260"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
261"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
262"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
263"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
264"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
265"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
266"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
267"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
268"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
269"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
270"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
271"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
272"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
273"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
274"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
275"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
276"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
277"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
278"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
279"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
280"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
281"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
282"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
283"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
284"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
285"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
286"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
287"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
288"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
289"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
290"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
291"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
292"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
293"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
294"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
295"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
296"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
297"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
298"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
299"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
300"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
301"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
302"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
303"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
304"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
305"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
306"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
307"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
308"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
309"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
310"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
311"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
312"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
313"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
314"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
315"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
316"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
317"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
318"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
319"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
320"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
321"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
322"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
323"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
324"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
325"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
326"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
327"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
328"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
329"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
330"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
331"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
332"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
333"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
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336"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
337"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
338"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
339"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
340"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
341"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
342"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
343"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
344"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
345"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
346"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
347"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
348"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
349"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
350"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
351"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
352"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
353"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
354"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
355"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
356"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
357"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
358"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
359"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
360"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
361"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
362"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
363"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
364"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
365"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
366"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
367"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
368"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
369"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
370"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
371"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
372"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
373"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
374"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
375"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
376"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
377"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
378"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
379"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
380"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
381"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
382"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
383"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
384"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
385"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
386"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
387"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
388"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
389"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
390"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
391"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
392"energy that seemed to seep from the very walls"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount51519
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences3987
matches(empty)
26.49% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs1203
mean42.83
std10.4
cv0.243
sampleLengths
059
163
273
355
447
564
667
753
813
938
1019
1136
1232
1320
1430
1558
1646
1710
1838
1945
2062
2115
2251
2316
2427
2525
2638
2722
2841
2943
3034
3144
3228
3311
3445
3524
3650
3730
3861
3925
4031
4132
4242
4352
4429
4548
4652
4729
4848
4952
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences3199
matches
0"were lined"
1"was filled"
2"were sunken"
3"was wrapped"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount3
totalVerbs6805
matches
0"was heading"
1"wasn't watching"
2"was standing"
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount4
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences4
totalSentences3987
ratio0.001
matches
0"She knew what that meant—he was heading for the Veil Market, a place she'd only heard whispers about, a place that dealt in things that went bump in the night."
1"The secret room, the strange symbols, the way Silas had looked at her when he thought she wasn't watching—it all pointed to something darker than your average criminal enterprise."
2"The stairs down were dark and damp, the air thick with the scent of mildew and something else—something metallic and old."
3"There were things here she couldn't begin to understand—bottles of coloured liquids that seemed to pulse with a light of their own, shelves of bones and trinkets that hummed with a strange energy."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount12619
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount4
adverbRatio0.0003169823282352009
lyAdverbCount0
lyAdverbRatio0
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences3987
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences3987
mean12.92
std5.37
cv0.416
sampleLengths
016
118
225
313
420
530
612
717
815
929
1014
1126
1215
1321
1410
1516
1614
1717
1816
1917
2010
2111
2233
2313
2414
2516
2611
2712
2813
293
3020
3115
329
3310
3412
3520
364
374
3818
3910
4013
417
4210
4320
4419
4510
4617
4712
4818
4920
25.00% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats1176
diversityRatio0.006772009029345372
totalSentences3987
uniqueOpeners27
1.04% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences3199
matches
0"Finally, they reached a dead"
ratio0
0.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount1991
totalSentences3199
matches
0"She had been tailing him"
1"She knew what that meant—he"
2"She took a deep breath,"
3"She could feel its power,"
4"She wasn't sure what she'd"
5"She pushed forward, her eyes"
6"She kept her eyes on"
7"He ducked into a narrow"
8"His eyes were sunken, his"
9"He smiled at her, revealing"
10"he rasped, his voice like"
11"She'd seen worse in her"
12"She kept her hand near"
13"she said, her voice steady"
14"He leaned in close, his"
15"She'd faced down worse than"
16"She met his gaze, her"
17"she said, her voice low"
18"He turned and led her"
19"She could feel the power"
ratio0.622
21.89% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount2803
totalSentences3199
matches
0"The bone token burned in"
1"The suspect, a wiry figure"
2"She had been tailing him"
3"Quinn shouted, her voice barely"
4"The suspect didn't even glance"
5"She knew what that meant—he"
6"The suspect disappeared down the"
7"The market was off-limits to"
8"The secret room, the strange"
9"She took a deep breath,"
10"The token in her hand"
11"She could feel its power,"
12"The stairs down were dark"
13"Quinn's hand hovered near her"
14"She wasn't sure what she'd"
15"The walls were lined with"
16"The air was filled with"
17"The market was a maze"
18"Quinn spotted the suspect up"
19"She pushed forward, her eyes"
ratio0.876
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences3199
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences1623
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"There were things here she couldn't begin to understand—bottles of coloured liquids that seemed to pulse with a light of their own, shelves of bones and trinket…"
1"She'd seen worse in her time on the force, things that would make your average citizen's hair stand on end."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags790
uselessAdditionCount788
matches
0"Quinn shouted, her voice barely audible over the drumming rain"
1"she said, her voice steady"
2"He leaned, his breath hot against her face"
3"she said, her voice low and dangerous"
4"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
5"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
6"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
7"she said, her voice steady and unyielding"
8"she said, her voice low and dangerous"
9"she said, her voice low and dangerous"
10"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
11"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
12"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
13"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
14"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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16"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
17"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
18"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
19"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
20"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
21"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
22"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
23"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
24"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
25"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
26"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
27"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
28"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
29"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
30"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
31"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
32"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
33"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
34"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
35"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
36"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
37"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
38"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
39"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
40"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
41"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
42"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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44"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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46"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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48"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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56"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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58"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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60"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
61"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
62"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
63"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
64"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
65"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
66"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
67"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
68"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
69"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
70"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
71"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
72"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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74"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
75"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
76"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
77"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
78"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
79"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
80"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
81"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
82"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
83"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
84"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
85"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
86"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
87"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
88"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
89"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
90"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
91"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
92"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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96"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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100"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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102"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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104"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
105"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
106"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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108"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
109"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
110"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
111"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
112"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
113"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
114"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
115"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
116"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
117"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
118"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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120"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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122"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
123"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
124"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
125"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
126"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
127"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
128"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
129"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
130"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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134"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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136"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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138"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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140"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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142"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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144"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
145"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
146"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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148"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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150"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
151"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
152"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
153"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
154"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
155"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
156"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
157"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
158"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
159"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
160"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
161"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
162"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
163"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
164"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
165"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
166"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
167"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
168"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
169"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
170"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
171"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
172"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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174"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
175"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
176"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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178"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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180"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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182"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
183"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
184"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
185"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
186"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
187"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
188"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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190"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
191"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
192"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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194"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
195"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
196"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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198"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
199"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
200"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
201"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
202"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
203"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
204"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
205"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
206"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
207"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
208"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
209"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
210"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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212"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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214"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
215"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
216"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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218"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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220"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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222"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
223"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
224"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
225"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
226"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
227"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
228"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
229"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
230"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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232"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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234"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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236"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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238"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
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240"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
241"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
242"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
243"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
244"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
245"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
246"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
247"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
248"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
249"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
250"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
251"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
252"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
253"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
254"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
255"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
256"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
257"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
258"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
259"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
260"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
261"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
262"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
263"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
264"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
265"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
266"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
267"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
268"she demanded, her voice low and dangerous"
269"he said, his voice soft and gentle"
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