Huh...
A gust of wind blew by.
The light was dim, as if the entire city was submerged in haze.
A layer of dust covered the ground.
Everywhere was filled with a desolate air.
Drip...
A man with a black umbrella and wearing a trench coat stepped out of the dim fog, lifting his umbrella slightly. His entire face was covered by a mask, revealing only a pair of bloodshot, cold, and deep eyes.
...
Du Wei stepped on a can, producing a crunching sound.
He shifted his leg and lowered his head slightly,
Only to see a crushed soda can underfoot.
Looking at the surrounding buildings, one could vaguely make out this place seemed like Poland,
But some of the architecture and streets gave him a déjà vu of New York.
Most notably, there was a café nearby that was identical to the one near his home.
The two cities had blended together in some strange way.
Directly in front of Du Wei was the hotel where he and Tom stayed in Poland.
