Before the sun had even risen, among the crowd of people dressed in worn-out clothes and carrying harsh gazes, those trying to pass into the cities, there were a few who moved in the opposite direction of the human current, heading toward the Outskirts instead.
One of those people was Le An. He had run madly, desperate to escape the shadow's pursuit, and somehow managed to lose the dark presence that had grown weaker, slower than usual.
After getting on a bus, he transferred to another train bound for the city of Manabur. And now, stepping off that train, he had reached one of the so-called "false borders."
In front of the place he was trying to cross stood endless lines of iron fences and hundreds of warning signs. The signs declared that the other side was filled with dungeons, an abandoned and restricted government area awaiting redevelopment.
