Just past eight o'clock in the evening, the night in the Fashion Capital had already deepened. The entire city was shrouded in darkness, with brilliant lights illuminating only the main roads and bustling central commercial areas, while most of the streets on the outskirts grew more desolate.
Once symbolizing the pinnacle of the Blue Star Civilization, Europe had long since declined after two world wars, reducing it to nothing more than a buffer zone caught between the two superpowers of the East and West.
In recent years, the influx of a large number of illegal immigrants, coupled with the decline of the economy and industry, had led to gangsters being pervasive even in the capital.
Here, going out at night wasn't a good idea, especially in remote and impoverished neighborhoods.
In an abandoned mansion, the once-dominant young master Arno of the Fashion Capital's social circle now lay discarded in a corner like a dead dog.
