Below the Irycrest's streets, the hidden network of sewer tunnels and passageways extended in every direction like a labyrinth.
At the heart of the underground chamber, the broad-shouldered figure of a man stood tall in front of the lonely-looking door.
It was just another day for him, standing in front of the entrance of the underground city.
"Shit, this smell is going to kill me one day." The man murmured to himself in annoyance, then took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up.
After placing one between his lips, he suddenly heard a faint echo of footsteps.
It was easy to hear when someone was approaching, as the sewers echoed like a never-ending tunnel.
From the depths of the sewer, a figure of average height slowly emerged, an ordinary backpack slung over his shoulder and a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes.
"Stop right there." The man ordered and took a puff of the cigarette. "What's your business here, stranger?"
