Dawn City, 5:30 AM
Cold rain threads fell like silver strands, refracting a hazy glow in the neon-soaked air. The entire city seemed immersed in an electronic ocean of indigo and crimson. Below a hundred meters, the Old District was as crowded and noisy as a beehive, while above a hundred meters, the Inner City skyscrapers stood like silent giants, overlooking this apocalyptic steel jungle.
Jian Xuwei stood on the balcony of an arched skyscraper in the Star Harbor District, the hem of her black trench coat lifted by the high-altitude cold night wind, revealing the tactical bodysuit lined with dark silver metal fibers underneath.
She stood there motionless, her body slightly tense, the bodysuit outlining the graceful curves of her hips. Her long, beautiful legs stood straight, and her high-raised chest stretched the neckline open, white and deep.
