Martin pushed open the car door, stepped into the mud in his boots, and Ini struggled to open her mechanical umbrella, raising her head to look at the scene ahead.
Yellow Leaf Pine Street was much broader than she had imagined, with most of the streetlights on the roadside rusted and only a few shining, casting a weak glow on the ground.
The whole street was unusually deserted, with only loud and booming sounds emanating from the dimly lit building next to it.
Stepping onto the already broken cobblestone sidewalk, Ini raised her wristband, swiped away the credit card deduction notice from Nord Bank, and reopened the forum app to look at the "address" a "net friend" had recently sent her.
Near 72 Yellow Leaf Pine Street.
It wasn't far ahead now.
Opening the navigation app, holding the umbrella, Ini took a deep breath, looked at the towering buildings around her, and walked step by step along the sidewalk.