Qie Xieling pulled up the black cyberpunk face mask the man had given to him and secured it over his face. Its cold touch brought him a sense of security as he stepped onto the grimy streets of this desolate planet. The sight before him was quite disheartening. It was a sprawling dump with homeless souls scattered about, their presence a haunting reminder of the harsh realities they faced. Some lay motionless, their bodies numbed by the grip of addiction.
Some resembled walking corpses with their bones outlined underneath their skin. The towering skyscrapers that surrounded the streets cast long shadows, obscuring the feeble rays of sunlight that struggled to pierce through the bleakness. Neon lights flickered and buzzed, beckoning passersby into dimly lit establishments like brothels and bars that thrived in this underworld.
