Dawn City
Sunlight poured down from the farthest reaches of the sky, leaving behind a pale firmament and a sparse scattering of silent, dazzling stars.
Click—
Sitting on the balcony, Christos glanced at the coffee beside his hand before reaching out to flip through the files in his possession.
After briefly skimming through one document, he set it down and turned his gaze toward the railing of the balcony.
There, a man with a silver ponytail stared quietly out at the still city in the distance.
"You seem troubled?"
Christos lifted the coffee to his lips, took a sip, and casually asked.
"I've been thinking about what that bastard councilman said."
The silver-haired man placed his hands on the balcony railing.
"The one who proposed replacing all the prostitutes' bodies with mechanized ones?"
Christos flipped through the files again as he spoke offhandedly,
