Danger In The Slums

When Alon got the message, he felt a strong urge to storm out and start searching for people himself. But he couldn't. He needed to stay close to Lyra, just in case she tried something reckless.

"Boost the manpower, deploy drones for surveillance, and don't let her stir up any trouble over there!" he commanded, his tone sharp.

Meanwhile, Lyra sat there, casually holding a glass of water, her fingers tracing the rim with an eerie calm.

Everything about Vivian screamed spoiled rich girl—someone who thought the whole world should bend to her will.

The slums were teeming with ordinary folks. The main problems there were poverty and crumbling infrastructure.

Sure, there was plenty of shady business, but most of it was small-time crime. Still, that didn't mean there weren't dangerous people lurking around.

A level-four Peculiar and a level-three Peculiar could walk through the slums without much worry—if they kept their heads down.