Cain turned to the window beside him. The row of buildings slowly gave way to houses as they entered the residential area.
The car he was in kept going, pushing past the boundaries of that area and into the elite neighborhood.
His black eyes narrowed as he witnessed many mansions lined up, encased by iron fences or steel gates that could withstand attacks from virus beasts. They were also equipped with high-security systems, including automatic machine guns mounted on their towering pillars.
He shifted his gaze and saw senior Luna's condition, who kept looking down. She bit her lip as feelings in her heart mingled, triggering a chemical reaction that jolted her consciousness.
They had been driving for several minutes, but there was no conversation between them. Although the driver sometimes started a small conversation, mostly only Cain responded.
