As Bridgemoor City bustled with activity on its dense and interconnected roads, a luxurious carriage being pulled by a large horse slowly rumbled down the street.
Inside the carriage, Felix gazed out with a smile on his face, watching the pedestrians bustling about.
After half an hour, the carriage came to a stop.
"Master Felix, we have arrived," a respectful voice called from outside the carriage. Felix snapped out of his thoughts and stepped down from the carriage, looking around with curiosity.
He found himself in a completely different part of Bridgemoor City - the Slave District. The place was filled with an aura of misery, with faint sounds of crying and deep shouts and whips in the air.
"This is the Slave District, Master Felix," the coachman said respectfully.
"So this is the Slave District, huh?" Felix nodded.
"Yes, but most people like to call it the Slave Market as it is more appropriate that way," the coachman explained.
