The sun had gone down beyond the western horizon. Oliver used the darkness to cover himself as he swiftly made his way to the border between the inner and outer city, towards the red-light district.
The red light district was a familiar place for him, both in this life and in his previous life. After all, it was one of his safe havens where he could avoid the eyes of law enforcement.
A few minutes later, Oliver walked in and breathed the polluted air filled with the scent of cigarettes and cheap perfume as he made his way through the urban jungle to a shop in an alley.
Then he walked through familiar roads and appeared in front of the Grizzly Bar.
It was the black market hub, owned by the Grizzly. A friend of Oliver's.
Oliver befriended Grizzly a few months ago by eliminating the Tempus Cult, which the Mind Hunter, one of the S-rank prisoners of the Abyss, was in control of.
With the disappearance of Mind Hunter and Tempus Cult, business seemed to be booming.
