If Comet Street was considered a relatively clean and orderly place among the slums, then "Black Street" was the slums within the slums!
Here, brawls, smuggling, trafficking... every kind of crime took place anytime, anywhere.
Even mysterious cults operated here.
It was said that Night City had organized several purges with mechanical police, but before long, the embers would blaze back to life.
After enough time passed, the matter was simply dropped.
Following the fat man, Aaron was visiting this place—which even Chloe and the others were reluctant to enter—for the first time.
A low, ramshackle hut.
The fat man crawled inside first, then waved Aaron over.
Aaron seemed to hesitate for a moment before crawling in after him.
Only after entering did he realize that while the hut looked tiny from the outside, there was far more space within. It had been dug through into several surrounding shacks, and there might even have been a basement.
By the entrance stood two bald, tattooed hulks with their arms folded coldly across their chests, like silent guards.
"Where's the patient?"
Aaron asked.
In truth, he had noticed long ago that something was wrong. He had merely watched the fat man perform in silence, wanting to see where this fellow would ultimately lead him.
"Inside!"
The fat man led Aaron down a corridor, lifted a curtain, and showed him a "person" wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Only a pair of eyes was exposed; the rest of his body was sealed up tight beneath the wrappings.
What astonished Aaron most was... those injuries...
"This isn't some patient with a thought-perception disorder at all... He was attacked by mysterious power!"
Fury rose on Aaron's face as he seized the fat black marketeer by the collar. "You set me up?"
Yet joy appeared