Chapter 95
Chapter 95
The night in Akbaran grew deeper.
Iskan and I were keeping watch over Bao Zakanan’s house.
His residence was a penthouse in a luxury apartment. The penthouse on the 52nd floor was so large that it occupied an entire floor, but even that was merely a place for Bao Zakanan to come and go from work. It was a testament to his status and wealth.
We were positioned at the top of a skyscraper, high enough to look down even on Bao Zakanan’s penthouse. The spot where I stood was a passage that had been temporarily used during construction and then abandoned.
The passage was so narrow that only one or two people could barely pass through. The floor was made of metal grating, creaking with every step, and the railing, with its half-loosened screws, was so flimsy that leaning on it felt outright dangerous.
And, of all times, it had to start pouring rain.
Swoooosh!
The weather was miserable.
There were likely few citizens of Akbaran who liked rain. Rain was harmful to prosthetics and machinery. Akbaran’s rain, in particular, was thick with foreign substances, making it even murkier. If left uncleaned, it would leave behind black stains.
‘Lukewarm rain.’
I watched as the black rain trickled down my shoulder. The condition of the rainwater was even worse today.