"Kind?" he said, confusedly, as if looking at an idiot, "Kindness? In this city? Are you crazy? The only kind people in this city are the dead. Look at the city you are in before stating such naive things, boy. They only show kindness to those they wish to manipulate, you fool."
Hundao shrank back. Of course, he knew the kind of city he was born in, but his very existence seemed to oppose its entire belief system.
This city was called Narakar City, a place that stood apart from every other city in the realm. Its differences weren't just in appearance or location, but in the very way its people lived and survived.
