Night.
The night was always been both the most peaceful and dangerous time of day.
For one person, it was the epitome of silence, most people were asleep or resting, and there was no noise and no city bustle. It was the perfect time to achieve peace and immerse oneself in thoughts.
For another, the same person, a certain night could become a nightmare. The less safe the place was, the more dangerous it was to go out in the city.
The ninth wing seemed to be a prime example of this rule. After all, this was a city where laws didn't work, where everyone followed certain rules amidst the constant struggle for influence between organizations and corporations.
But... when you've always lived in chaos, there's nothing else to do but consider it normal.
The black car slowly pulled into the nearest neighborhood from the main gate. Adam, Gladius, and the others were moving forward at a slow speed for some time now.
