A thin layer of mist shrouded the early morning in District 25, as though the whole world had been hidden beneath a hazy veil.
The sky was a somber gray, promising less than ideal weather. Mist drifted through the streets like sheer gauze, obscuring the view and blurring the outlines of distant buildings and pedestrians.
On the streets, vehicle lights flickered through the fog like floating points of light, moving slowly through the dawn. But that tranquil scene was abruptly shattered by a man in a sports car shouting, "Holy shit, this feels amazing!" He was driving at top speed with a fog inhaler in one hand, but just as he prepared to take another hit, he suddenly spotted a large truck ahead.
"I only installed those angry glowing birds yesterday!!!"
Wails, screams, and the sound of impact tore through the morning quiet, followed by screeching brakes and collisions. The sounds echoed through the mist, disturbing the still air.
"Awesome! That was awesome!"
Someone who witnessed the scene applauded outright, only to be struck in the head by a flying piece of the sports car. A golden skull icon appeared on the large screen at just that moment.
A crowd soon gathered at the scene, their figures flickering through the mist. Some tried to offer assistance to the sports car's parts, checking whether they could sell anything while they were at it, while others simply watched out of curiosity. The sound of a medical response team rang out nearby, cutting through the fog as they sped toward the accident. Blue and red emergency lights flashed through the mist, adding tension and urgency to the hazy morning.
"A Silver Medic Set? How can you afford a sports car but not medical services? Let's go, let's go. What rotten luck."
People murmured