Black Market (2)

Floor 0 of the Tower.

District 13.

A place known as the Black Market.

Clop.

The street I stepped onto looked terribly old and run-down.

The pavement was cracked in places, filth seeped from piles of trash scattered everywhere, and even animal carcasses had been left to rot.

It was the kind of place where you’d expect to find bars, auto shops, and loan sharks.

I pulled my hood down over my face and started walking along the street.

“...It’s cleaner than I expected.”

The scenery wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to me...