The pitch-black carriage traveled back and forth in the Lower City District, leaving tracks on the wet, muddy roads, converging beside a twisted building. The esteemed guests wore masks and, accompanied by attendants, entered the dark doorway.
The building opened its deep mouth, from which a breath of desire emanated. They flocked in, full of joy.
Bola leaned against a seat, from his vantage point able to see the entire casino, where coins clashed with a clattering sound.
He liked this, and quite enjoyed his job. Unless necessary, Bola rarely appeared on the front lines; his main duty was to maintain peace in the Lower City District and secretly control everything.
The room temperature was warm and gentle. People were gasping urgently, clutching their chips tightly in hand.
A massive fortune circulated here, and most of it eventually went to the Purification Mechanism. After all, such a large organization was costly to maintain.
