She didn't dare delay for even a moment.
Before long, she had made her way downstairs.
She then started running along the filthy streets of the residential complex.
At the same time, she reviewed the mission requirements in her mind.
'Pace can't drop below an eight-minute kilometer, and the route can't be repeated.'
So, she left the residential complex and ran down the street, heading into the distance.
...
It was now seven in the morning.
The ass-lamps of the Upper City lit up, and daytime arrived for the Lower City District.
The light refracted down through the crystal facets, scattering across every corner of the Lower City District. But it offered no warmth, only a mechanical coldness.
The artificial light could not disperse the incessant curtain of rain.
Pedestrians hurried along the streets.
The sky over the Lower City District was still shrouded in haze; for at least twenty days out of every month, it was gloomy and rainy.
