A brief spark ended the life of Agave Rope.
The skyscrapers of Eden City roared, chewing on the living souls residing within them.
Countless messed up things happen every day.
Agave Rope wasn't special, nor was he striking.
His story could only earn a little ridicule and abuse on illegal radio, and that's just because of the special products from the company that managed to make it into a segment.
What haven't mercenaries seen?
Compared to Agave Rope, John actually cared more about Gino's condition—she's a good person who values her friends.
Gino pulled out an e-cigarette from her waist pouch, smoking silently.
Her gaze wanted to drift into the distance but was blocked by the massive buildings, forcing her to stare at the twisting holograms and take deep puffs, emptying her mind in the fog of smoke.
The buildings on Sakura Cross Street are denser than the solder points on an electronic component.
