Finding Ulia

Stanley walked along the sidewalk, hiding from cameras as he pulled down his hood to hide himself to the best of his ability.

In the Low, it would've been fine for him to walk without hiding his face, but here on the outskirts, he had to be careful to not get caught by the police.

Getting caught itself wouldn't be a problem as the AAA would most definitely get him out of the situation. But then he would've failed his mission. That he couldn't let happen.

He arrived in the area where the AAA had set up the jamming signals to cover up the entire area. He looked around at the houses there and every single one of them looked the same in the snowfall.

Most of the houses were gray with barely a few having any color at all. Not many of them were shops and had people living in them.

Various people walked around, entering houses and leaving them. He could hear faint sounds of laughter and cheers coming from one house, and dead silence from another.