As they followed Rogan's lead, it became evident that they were venturing deeper into the heart of the dangerous district. With every few meters, the characters they observed seemed shadier.
It was no longer a mere possibility that the people around them might attack and rob them; it was a certainty. However, it was clear that in such a place, these people knew better than to pick fights unless certain of victory. Instead, their gazes remained observant, anticipating the slightest hint of fear.
Turning into a corner, they could see the neon bile staining the sky above, casting a bilious glow on the street. Shadows, jagged and predatory, lurked between towering metal hulks, their windows dark, harboring secrets.
"Here we are," Rogan announced, coming to a stop.
