Hidden Movements

Holy City—Slums.

A chaotic, piled-up, impoverished, filthy, and completely unplanned district of densely packed single-story homes.

The narrow, twisting roads ran with sewage.

The excessively damp environment had bred vast amounts of fungi. Mushrooms grew from cracks in the walls everywhere, while moss spread across the stone ground.

Rats covered in coarse fur scurried about underfoot.

Yet these rats were relatively "friendly" toward humans. They avoided entering homes whenever possible, instead searching for food in garbage heaps, and they did not deliberately spread disease.

They seemed to understand that they had survived only because humans had built the Holy City.

Even the low-ranking Police Commissioners avoided this district whenever possible, scribbling a few lines onto their reports and calling their patrol duties here complete.

At that moment.

An outsider in a high-collared trench coat, his face completely concealed, entered the district.

A chill radiated from him. It had no effect on the sewage here, but it made the residents shiver all over and dispelled any malicious thoughts in their hearts.

He made his way to The Depths of the street, following an alleyway barely wide enough for one person.

Knock, knock, knock!

He raised a hand and knocked on an iron door embedded in the wall.

A shutter opened, and a pair of vicious eyes peered out.

The mysterious figure in the trench coat took out a sheet of white paper and drew the emblem of "Dagger and Fist" upon it.

Rumble...

The iron door opened, revealing a passage leading underground.

"Have fun!"

The guard, his body covered in potion bags and his physical strength sustained by drugs, watched the "customer" head into the hidden Underground Area before shutting and locking the door.

Simply walking down the stairwell, one could already hear sounds of "desire" drifting up from below.

Underground