Siv Delfin.
The nightclub in Bobinki Rid nestled in a
baroque building once part of a tobacco tycoon’s estate, now owned by a
branch of the Bug-eyed, where the first sample was found. The police
chemists called the drug a depressant, a memory-suppressant, fear
inhibitor, mighty curious molecule, a self-replicating wondrous African
import, foaming at their mouths at the thought of studying it
further—but to Claire it was yet another criminal thread managing to
weave itself in Vasilegrad’s warp-weft, remaking her city, one strand at
a time, from within.
Siv Delfin. The crime scene gave the drug its name.
