"So this is the spot you found, huh?" Apollo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"This place is secluded, and it's popular among beggars," Bluetooth explained, perched comfortably on Apollo's shoulder in his pigeon-sized form. "There's a lot of them inside. They're… organized."
They stood at the edge of a narrow alley tucked between two looming business buildings in one of the quieter districts of Manida Land.
"An alley…" Apollo muttered, eyes scanning the entrance. The stone walls were damp, cracks crawling along the edges, and faint steam drifted from somewhere deeper inside. The businesses flanking the alley looked like warehouses—silent and indifferent to whatever happened in the shadowy gap between them. No guards watching. No signage screaming for cleanliness. That, in Apollo's book, was a good sign.
"This should work for our stay," he said with a small nod.
