My Dog Got Framed For My Port Theft

On my third day back in the Lakeshore District, my neighbor Lucia arrived with her injured daughter and had me summoned to the Blood Oath Hall.

She said my son Rocco had held a gun to Ella, forced her to hand over the port shift key, and burned her wrist with a red-hot family crest. By Lakeshore rules, whoever leaked the key owed a blood debt, and the guardian had to surrender the warehouse, the port charter, and three million dollars in damages.

What they did not know was that Rocco was not much of a talker, could not use a gun, and could never have forced a grown woman into an old…