On their way to the tower, the cohort felt as if they were in another world.
There was not a single road or side of a building without any form of advertisement.
Most of them were about VPNs; their names were numerous but irrelevant as they served the same purpose.
Even the traffic signs had advertisements.
They projected green arrows and bold letters on the ground with small pictures of corp products in the corner.
The place was disgustingly neon, almost frying their eyes, and the noise was loud too, every video display overlapping the other while cars zoomed past, competing on who had the loudest exhaust.
Their ears were met with people speaking in different dialects, a foreign concept for most of the cohort.
They might've looked like country boys if not for Emir and Lyra stealing the attention of all, keeping up their collective image with their threatening presence.
