Swarming flies lay eggs in the corners of the sewers, with dried excrement along the way showing no sign of upkeep. Beggars in tattered clothes lie in piles of feces and urine, faces slack and indifferent, as if they are unconcerned about starving to death.
Sloth!
Such incredible sloth!
Compared to the industrious and busy working class of Dorne City, the people living here are unbelievably lazy, and the entire city exudes an air of despair and decay.
The expressions of the people are extremely numb, their emaciated faces showing almost no vitality, as if they had only become hollow shells after prolonged suppressed living, struggling every day for three meals. After barely completing the necessary work to survive, they lapse into a state of profound sloth and apathy.
The Law of the Devil is stirring.
