Crescent Neon District, Canyon Hub.
David stood in front of a modest 2-story building that was like a dwarf in the midst of Giants at the heart of Canyon Hub, quietly standing out from the layered core of the city district.
In a district filled with towering residential spires and skyscrapers, this was the only 2-story building in the entire district and this was Mr. Creed's apartment.
The building stood out like a sore thumb.
It looked deliberately understated with no extravagant protrusions or glowing signage, just clean carbon-stone walls and narrow bands of soft light that trace the building's geometry.
In a city obsessed with spectacle, its restraint already signaled confidence and wealth. This was the home of a rich man.
David stood in front of the gate.
"David?"
"Yes," he nodded with a smile at the gateman.
The middle-aged man who seemed like he was on the wrong side of 40 frowned. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Creed?"
