After convincing Marielle and Niva, Adyr left the house and made his way toward the player headquarters. Since he had decided to spend the morning at home, he had sent the car back that had come to pick him up. Now, he was supposed to wait for a bus, but he didn't want to waste time on that.
Instead, he started running.
As he ran, he observed the streets and roads he hadn't seen in a long time.
Due to the polluted air and the lack of places worth seeing, the streets were mostly empty. The few people outside wore masks and goggles, heading straight to whatever tasks demanded their presence. The privileged—with status—occasionally passed by in sealed, silent cars, though even that was a rare sight.
The buildings looked tired, their surfaces dulled by chemical dust. Electric signs flickered weakly, some half-dead from years of neglect. Distant hums of underground vents echoed faintly through the alleys.
Adyr ran through it all, steady and alert, his eyes never idle.
