Dragon City, a residential street.
Once a bustling, vibrant metropolis, the city had known peace and prosperity. Now, however, it was sinking into darkness. Public security had deteriorated sharply, casting a shadow over every corner.
Sirens rang out one after another in the streets, shattering the former quiet.
Riot-control teams and emergency crews raced through the streets, their blue and red lights reflecting off the buildings' windows in flowing bands.
Tension and anxiety filled the air. Citizens hurried along, their faces stripped of their usual ease and leisure, replaced by worried expressions.
Although the lunatics were nowhere to be seen now, no one dared let their guard down completely.
Night fell. The once-lively night markets and bar districts were unusually deserted. Neon lights still flickered along the streets, but they had lost their former brilliance.
Some shops closed early. Behind the merchandise in their windows, shopkeepers could be seen surveying the streets with anxious eyes. In these uncertain times, everyone was carefully protecting their families and property.
"What the hell are you people doing? Didn't you say we had the best public security? Is this what our taxes pay for?"
In the city center, crowds of reporters and citizens gathered outside the government building, anxiously awaiting an official statement. The officials' faces looked grave and somber on the screens as they struggled to maintain order while doing their best to calm the public.
On the city's outskirts, criminals exploited the chaos. Small outbreaks of violence and theft occurred from time to time. Despite increased patrols, the authorities remained overwhelmed by the turmoil. Residents in some neighborhoods began organizing themselves, looking to see whether they could gain anything from the situation.
At a time like this, Dragon City's streets no longer had their familiar bustle and clamor.
"What's the word from