North Docks
The street was quiet.
Thin young boys and girls walked slowly along the broken road. Their clothes were old, worn, and patched in several places.
Many of them were barefoot.
Beside the road stood rows of old, worn-out buildings. Most of them were cracked from years of neglect.
Some had already crumbled halfway, their walls leaning dangerously as if they might collapse at any moment.
Yet, despite their condition, people still lived inside them.
North Docks was the lowest district in the city, the place where the poorest commoners struggled to survive.
Since the appearance of the Abyss decades ago, the world had changed completely and never returned to what it once was..
The air reeked of rotting sewage mixed with the sour smell of garbage. Wastewater ran slowly along the roadside gutters, forming small puddles that attracted flies and insects.
Yet the people who lived here had long grown used to it.
For them, survival was more important than comfort.
