Caleb, in his infiltrator mode, slipped into the 6th District undetected, his footsteps swallowed by the shadows that clung to him like loyal allies. He scanned the opulent surroundings with his blood-red eyes, taking in the grandeur of the district he had only heard of in whispers and rumors.
In the heart of the district stood a castle, its towering spires reaching for the heavens. The moonlight cascaded down its majestic façade, revealing intricate carvings and elaborate designs that spoke of centuries-old decadence. Caleb's eyes narrowed, and a twisted smirk played on his lips.
"Look at this place," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with disdain. "A castle built on the suffering of the masses. Classic nobility."
