"Tell me if anything starts to go numb," Kaz mutters as he scrutinizes passing address numbers.

"Wait... this doesn't make any sense! The numbers skip! It should be right here!" He stabs a clawed finger at the margin of brick between the glass shop and the next business. "Of course he'd give a fake address, that piece of shit."

He flicks the card into the street and twitches his tails in irritation.