The hairdresser and Morgan were walking down the dim alleyways of the Lower City District.
Lacking night vision capabilities, both the blue song sparrow and the dwarf horse had difficulty keeping up with the two people ahead. The hairdresser had already lowered his night vision glasses.
Meanwhile, Morgan kept close to his side. It was only with the light emanating from the factory machines that she could barely make out the hairdresser's figure.
She didn't even know where she was headed, but walking in such a dim place didn't make her feel scared.
She instead wished that this moment could extend indefinitely…
The rhythmic noise emanating from the factories on both sides blended with the equally rhythmic sound of the tides above…
"Once you get used to it, it actually becomes comforting,"
Morgan suddenly said, "It gives one a feeling of tranquility."
"You mean the factory noise?"
