Londis City, a once beautiful place envied by many for its multiculturalism and a symbol of humanity's ability to band together, regardless of colour or creed.
Now, a decadent wasteland. Poisoned by overmigration and poor policing, which led to the natives fleeing the city as it fell into disrepair. The crime rates rose, sexual crime has increased dramatically, and the government became too weak to do anything.
However, this rot lay hidden in the darkness.
In the hidden alleyways, under the guise of barbershops and phone stalls.
"Phew... so this is Londis?"
The airport wasn't dirty but lacked the same sheen as S-City, and the armed guards paced around with machine guns.
"Nnn~ my jaw feels sore." Anya complained, flicking her hips to the side, hitting Nikolai, who grabbed her hips and lifted her off the ground. "Kya!?"
"Hah... you reap what you sow."