They were still in the car and Kyrie wasn't all that worried after all this late evening movements were what he was all about having lived with Negan.
Desirae drove with mild speed allowing Kyrie take in more of the city and it went beyond the cleaner roads and intricate designs of the buildings.
The people even in this lower district were different and yet similar to Strevus.
Most of them wore leather coats with top hats that had goggles embroiled in them.
It was a different look to the city and the district of wealth and glamour they were coming from.
Kyrie took it all in. It didn't matter the city. Segregation, indifference and social disparity was always going to exist.
They got off and were on foot with Desirae's heels clicking against the older cobblestone paths.
The path was lined by pipes and dimmer gas lamps that provided enough light for people not to trip over themselves.
Soon, Desirae stopped at a wooden door with brass gears sticking out like it's hinges.
