Spain
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Karden was a marvel, a beautiful city of limestone structures nestled beside a deep blue sea. It was the kind of place where life moved at a leisurely pace, a sharp contrast to the bustling, high-tech cities of the modern world.
People rose with the sun and retired early after a relaxed day of work. Because of its preserved, old-world aesthetic, it drew tourists from every corner of the globe, making tourism the heart of the local economy.
It was nearly midnight, and the citizens were already tucked into the warmth of their beds while golden streetlights illuminated the empty cobblestones. The city was silent, save for the rhythmic roar of strong waves crashing against the rocky shores.
But while most of Karden slept, there were those who remained wide awake, and they were up to no good.
In one of the decently sized chateau, nestled a little away from the main city, a pot-bellied man sat naked on an armchair.
