Chapter 8: Someone Strange Is Following Me (2)
The Western Labyrinth, one of the outer regions of Nighthaven.
Objectively speaking, this wasn’t exactly an ideal place to live.
Perhaps it was because countless construction companies and corporations had recklessly shoved their way in and started building without any real planning.
This resulted in an absurdly complicated structure with overly long vertical layouts, making the area extremely vulnerable to various forms of terrorist activity.
Eventually, following a massive bioterror attack by an unidentified group, Nighthaven had no choice but to tacitly withdraw from the area.
Thus, the Western Labyrinth became a haven for those pushed out of the fierce competition in the mainstream world—or for those who, for various reasons, couldn’t reveal their true identities. It had become part of the city’s underworld.
Most of the abandoned buildings, stripped of owners, were turned into strongholds for criminal organizations. Those that weren’t chosen were occupied by the homeless or smaller factions.
For outsiders, even finding a place to stay was an ordeal.
To make matters worse, most of the residents here were beastfolk factions who found fists far more persuasive than laws.
Compared to the outside, where corporations and police barely maintained order, this place was closer to lawlessness.
If you didn’t have a strong backer, you could be robbed of everything and end up enslaved, with no place to voice your grievances.
However, circumstances and conditions always depend on the perspective.