This World Is Seriously Ill

This was Westminster, a secondary administrative district in western London, once a famous local red-light district.

Later, as the sex trade declined and the area sat right next to London's financial district, Mayfair, many people would head from Mayfair to Soho after work each day to drink, unwind, and listen to music.

As a result, Soho became even more prosperous and boisterous after nightfall.

Of course, some of its former "special features" remained, with subtle transactions still taking place in dark corners.

In a secluded alley, a male drinker who had agreed on a price picked up a curvaceous streetwalker, pressed her against the wall, and used his suit jacket to cover their lower bodies.

Amid their murmured "yes... yes...," their bodies collided fiercely.

Yet this pair of shameless lovers was completely unaware that the wall at the end of the alley was beginning to twist strangely.

Ripples spread across it like water, vaguely revealing a Gothic castle, a dense forest, and...

A man and woman strolling out of the vortex.

Maria, wearing a feathered tricorne hat and a black trench coat, caught sight of the scene and held her breath. Her cheeks flushed as she cursed under her breath and instinctively turned her head away.

Kevin, who was leading the way, noticed the suspicious gaze behind him and immediately felt awkward. Lowering his voice, he carefully approached the shameless pair and murmured gloomily beside them.

"Hey, buddy, could you tell me the way...?"

"Oh! Shit!"

The sudden voice, coupled with the sinister atmosphere someone had deliberately created, made the male drinker turn pale and tremble violently.

Terrified, the man hurriedly pulled up his pants and staggered toward the bustling street around the corner, where there were more people.

"Damn Frenchie, my money! You haven't paid me yet!"

Realizing she