[Eden City - Highway Checkpoint 71-B]
The sky darkened quickly.
It started raining when entering the city.
By now, the rain had already become heavy.
The rain in Eden City was no different from four months ago, falling from the skyscrapers, illuminated by neon lights, and then leaking down through the steel gaps layer by layer, pounding on the pedestrians' raincoats and the hood of the Silver Rider 577...
Making a pattering sound.
The bullet holes and dents in the car window glass were not repaired.
The damp cold air filled with the smell of rust flooded into his nostrils, with a few raindrops splashing onto his skin, cool, seeping through the artificial leather into the body.
The asphalt road was soaked by rainwater.
A line of vehicles queued up at the highway checkpoint.
The emergency flashers of the car in front reflected in John's pupils.
His gaze was distracted, expressionless, propping one hand on the window, blowing in the wind, lost in thought.
