[Task Objective Updated]
[Proceed to the scene. (Not Achieved)]
The disappearance of construction workers due to side jobs doesn't really count as a legitimate case in Eden City—it's like prohibited drugs appearing in the Red Light District or bloodstains on the Ghoul's backseat, quite normal.
John gradually slowed down his vehicle.
The cheap jacket gradually clung to his T-shirt, conveniently covering the smart pistol tucked at his lower back.
All his handy weapons and close-combat butterfly knife, accumulated back then apart from the motorcycle, were lost in countless brushes with death, leaving him with a shabby air.
[Eden City-South District Storage Center Edge]
John parked by the roadside, gazing at the inter-district bridge.
The water's hue appeared somewhat gloomy, the monotonous colors of the warehouses and countless concrete structures blocked the view, allowing glimpses of the equally gray sky and the hot shells of aircraft.
