The weather in District 25 was particularly pleasant that day, the very picture of an ideal spring day. In the morning, the sky was a pale azure, and sunlight filtered through thin clouds, casting a warm, gentle glow. The air was filled with the distinctive freshness and moisture of District 25's air freshener, leaving people feeling invigorated.
The corporate dogs who had worked through the night finished their day's work. As time passed, the sun rose higher and the temperature climbed, though not enough to feel hot. By seven or eight, the sky was clearer, with barely a cloud in sight. The sunlight grew more brilliant, spilling across the ground with a comfortable warmth. It was perfect weather for outdoor activities, such as robbery, looting, or more leisurely outdoor exercise.
The wind was gentle too, bringing cool relief with each passing breeze. Leaves swayed softly, rustling with life and vitality. Flowers along the roadside competed to bloom in this weather, giving off the smell of blood. The gangsters responsible for it all grabbed their bags, hopped onto their motorcycles, and made their getaway while whistling, adding a little life and color to this tranquil district.
This was the gray zone of District 25. What peace and harmony. Did you have a District 25 like this too?
An apartment on Prosperity Street.
After getting up, Eiffel brewed a cup of coffee, then sipped it while checking her work schedule for the day. She opened her terminal, which showed only a few routine documents requiring review, with little in the way of demanding business.
"There hasn't been much official business requiring a lot of time lately. A rare chance to take a break, isn't it?"
She stretched, revealing a languid side of herself that was rarely seen outside.
All she needed to