Akira stood there, staring at the placid surface of the lake.
If it were anywhere else, the little animals like the toads would have found their way into the lake, creating ripples left and right, but there was no such thing here.
This was both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing in the fact that if any ripples appeared on the surface of the lake, it was a sign not to jump in at any cost.
Not that it was any safer to jump in at any other time, but jumping in when one saw ripples only meant a faster death was at hand.
This was because the lake only ripples whenever the mechanism that changes the streets activates. And that meant the gear teeths would tear into whoever trespassed without even noticing they were there.
But it was also a curse in the fact that staring at such a still lake was a constant reminder of just where they were.
The Underneath.
