Rise stood motionless, his gaze roaming around. His posture was so relaxed, as though someone who went there to sightsee.
If someone saw him like this, they would really think he was crazy, otherwise, why would he look at this ruined and crumbling part of the city like a tourist spot?
After looking for a while, Rise could not help but whistle.
"Wow, it's just the way I remember."
This place did not change a bit, even far too clean than the one in his fresh memory.
The slum of the yellow zone. It could be considered as such, although no one would call it a slum. The city people would prefer to call this part of the city... the wasteland.
In a sense, there was not much different from the real definition of a wasteland, when looking at this place, it really appeared to be one.
