Demon
The West Coast had long since entered winter. As the sun set and night fell, the temperature dropped again. Everyone walking the streets pulled their clothes tighter, wrapped themselves in thick scarves and gloves, and hurried back to their warm little homes.
However, people at the West Coast docks were still busy.
The docks here did not handle cargo ships and fishing vessels like Holons Port. They mainly served tourists.
Respectful attendants stood beside the cars waiting outside the docks.
Feili, who had come from the East Coast, let out a long breath.
To be honest, life at sea for so long had left him unbearably stifled. Even though he had traveled by cruise ship, being surrounded by a group of stiff, serious people who watched him at every moment made even the finest liner feel little different from a prison.
"West Coast?"
"It feels great to have my feet on solid ground again!"
"I wonder if there are any interesting places here to help pass the time?"
As he tightened his trench coat around himself, Feili walked straight over to an attendant beside one of the cars and asked.
"Sorry, sir, I'm only a driver..."
The attendant explained politely.
"A driver?"
"An armed driver?"
"Looks like the collaborators those stiff old bastards found have quite a bit of influence on the West Coast!"
Feili muttered under his breath.
Then, as he stood around idly looking about, Feili spotted a man not far from the convoy.
A young man wearing a black feathered cloak and carrying a huge box.
The man's strange attire immediately caught Feili's attention.
He was certain the other man was not from the East Coast.
Although he disliked, even hated, those stiff old bastards, perhaps precisely because of that dislike, Feili had remembered everyone on