Logan's POV
The instant my feet hit the weathered planks of the dock, a wave of overwhelming fragrances assaulted my heightened senses. The familiar salt-tinged air from the water became buried beneath layers of artificial human scents that made my stomach turn.
These creatures masked themselves in the strangest combinations. Sweet perfumes clashed with musky colognes, creating a nauseating cocktail that hung thick in the humid air. Vanilla mixed with sweat in this oppressive heat made my nose burn like I was breathing in spoiled candy.
I pressed my palm against the bridge of my nose, forcing myself to take shallow breaths. So this was Alonzo, the legendary city I'd only heard whispered about in late-night pack stories. Already, it felt like being slowly strangled by invisible hands.
But beneath the chaos, something oddly peaceful lingered in the atmosphere.
