In the slum area of Sileria City.
It was like an ugly, stubborn blight upon the gleaming metropolis—hideous, yet undeniably real, tucked away in a nearly forgotten corner of the city.
The people living here were all from the dregs of society—migrant workers, welfare recipients... Anyone with even a shred of ability had moved away long ago.
Russell Austin, dressed inconspicuously, walked in carrying two large bags, heading straight for a house distinguished by an old locust tree at its entrance.
Reaching the door, he noted how old and dilapidated the wooden panel was; he could probably kick it open with a single blow. "I really don't feel at ease with you living in a place like this," he murmured, more to himself than anyone.
This area was a melting pot of all sorts, and Neve Harris was such a beautiful young girl. He worried for her safety, but the stubborn Neve simply refused to move.
He took out his key, unlocked the door, and walked in.
