The Gradually Shedding Facade - I
In the mid-levels of the Lower District, Marlena stood in a room, looking down at the chaotic scene on the street below through the window.
Four tattooed, vicious-looking thugs were being surrounded by some civilians, their increasingly agitated shouts audible even from here.
"It seems... it's still not enough."
The girl with her arms crossed lightly tapped her arm with her index finger, thoughtfully watching the others—more people still observing—and murmured to herself, "Even at this point, it's still not enough?"
This situation was within Marlena's expectations. As long as most people, or even all people, weren't completely indifferent, the people of the Lower District could still be salvaged.