517 The Jasmine house (1)

Erik emerged from the alley, his figure a blur against the exquisitely painted backdrop of the fictitious city.

The energy in the arena was high, with the bustling ambiance of the city adding to the authenticity of the experience. The low hum of robotic chatter filled the air, punctuated by the artificial echoes of city life.

He moved through the crowd of robots, his eyes scanning the area for the 'Jasmine House,' where the hostage was said to have been last spotted. The white sun was now directly overhead, illuminating the city and raising the temperature by several degrees.

Despite the arena being a closed space, with many buildings inside, there was enough space so that a strong wind went through the alleys carrying a light scent of motor oil and a floral undertone with it.

Erik walked until he arrived at what he considered to be the main street. A robot in a simple tunic stood off to the side, its metallic face expressionless.