"What sweet air, so full of freedom..."
Sitting in a taxi that had just crossed the sea bridge.
Under the Black driver's enthusiastic, rap-style local introduction.
Orsaga, who already knew quite a bit about the strange place called Gotham, smiled and sighed.
Hearing Orsaga's praise, the driver saw nothing wrong with it and replied to himself:
"Indeed, this is a good place."
"Other than the slightly high death toll, the slightly excessive number of thieves and robbers, and the weird lunatics popping up every other day, both the thriving economy and the skyscrapers flourishing as thickly as trees in a forest are miracles worthy of admiration..."
As he spoke.
The Black driver drove with steady precision, sending the old taxi speeding continuously through the bustling streets. While displaying his superb driving skills, he also let Orsaga witness four robberies and twenty-one thefts along the way.
In the end.
While chatting idly with Orsaga, the taxi slowly came to a stop in a somewhat secluded alley.
And in the Black driver's hand.
At some unknown point.
A fairly new handgun had appeared.
"Hey, buddy, since I've already brought you to your destination and kept you company for so long, it shouldn't be a problem if I charge you a little extra, right?"
"Now, hand over your wallet, phone, and watch. Be a good boy and take them all out."
As he spoke.
Looking at Orsaga's obviously expensive clothes, greed filled his eyes.
He really wanted Orsaga to strip off his clothes and hand those over too.
However.
He knew there was little point in stealing clothes.
Custom-made outfits like that.
Not only did he have no idea how much they were worth.
They were not easy to sell, either.
Compared to that.
Phones, wallets, and watches were undoubtedly much more practical