After leaving the hospital, Mirai looked out at the deserted streets.
It was already past one in the morning, and the normally noisy L City had fallen asleep.
Mirai took out his phone and kept adjusting the dispatch fee to twenty pounds until a driver accepted the order.
After he waited in the autumn wind for about ten minutes, a taxi slowly approached from the distance.
"I really don't want to pick up fares in the old town," the driver complained as he drove. "It's too chaotic over there. I can only come back empty."
Mirai nodded without replying. Watching the buildings race past, he carefully studied the system in his mind.
After about half an hour, the car slowly stopped on a street outside the old town. No matter what, the driver refused to go any farther in.
In fact, refusing to enter the old town seemed to have become standard practice among Los Angeles taxi drivers, especially late at night.
This old town was just too terrifying...
After paying the fare and getting out, Mirai looked at the old town's broken lanes and battered streetlights, their light flickering between bright and dim.
It was already past two in the morning. A dapper older man with handsome arms sat on a stone bollard at the mouth of an alley, smoking and watching Mirai, the uninvited visitor.
After straightening his clothes, Mirai opened the map and began walking toward the purple marker.
By then, the purple marker had begun moving, though not very quickly.
Following the map, Mirai threaded through the old town's maze, drawing closer and closer to the purple marker.
As he rounded a corner, Mirai suddenly heard voices and quickly ducked out of sight.
"Who are you? Sneaking onto my turf to poach?" A thug with a