Among the collapsed ruins stood fragmented low walls, resembling vast stretches of gray and white reefs, expansively extending into the gray mist.
A crude little hut stood alone among the reefs, built with some simple wooden planks and tattered cloth, appearing extremely fragile and shaky.
In a corner of the ground, there was an open crack that extended into the darkness below, connecting to this vast ruin. After a slight tremor, Melissa moved her body and crawled out from the narrow crevice.
The little hut was Melissa's home, but it was too rudimentary to bring any sense of security. For this reason, she usually slept in this crack. Although it was too narrow to turn over, lacked ventilation, and bugs occasionally crawled over her body, in the Old City, such a sleeping environment was already quite decent.
