The sun was shining brightly over the huge city of Lahore, located deep in the Mughal Empire. Streets were filled with vendors from different parts of the Empire, despite the huge flocking of merchants. There was rampant poverty in the city; many people lay wasted to the bone in the back alleys of the streets of Lahore.
The stench of stale goat and chicken meat filled the air. crows and vultures alike feasted on them. There were half-eaten carcasses of humans left by vultures, many of whom died due to starvation.
The buildings in Lahore were slowly crumbling to the tests of time. They weren't maintained as well by the people. It was a grim scenario.
"I have seen toilets cleaner than this." A man mumbled. His name was Waseem. He covered his nose with a cloth and walked through the dirty, messy streets of Lahore. He came to Lahore with the help of a few merchants that he met along the way.