Though Dunwall was the capital of the South, as with many other places, it had both good and bad parts.
The streets he walked were unpaved and littered with cans, dirty wrappers, and even feces. A perpetual gloom clung to every corner. Everyone he saw was either dressed in tatters, stumbling around drunk, or locked in vicious brawls.
The houses were in terrible condition. Most were built from piles of plastic, pans, and scraps of junk haphazardly pieced together.
No matter how Zephyrion looked at it, this was definitely the bad part.
He moved through the disgusting streets at a brisk pace, Lumi and Kilo trailing behind him. The former's frame had been swallowed entirely by her cloak. She looked less like a seventeen-year-old girl and more like a child wrapped in an oversized costume.
Even as they walked, Lumi seemed more occupied with avoiding the cracks on the ground than paying attention to her surroundings.
