Kurt stepped off the transit line into the E-rank district, and the change was immediate.
The air was different here. It was thicker and you could taste the sweat and desperation coming off the place.
The buildings were older, their facades cracked and patched with makeshift repairs, and just like in the F rank district, graffiti covered every available surface, but it wasn't as crude and aggressive.
Street vendors hawked questionable goods from rickety stalls, and the people moved with the kind of wary tension that came from living somewhere you could never fully relax.
Like all districts, the E district was like a country with its own twisted sovereignty, filled with multiple large cities. Kurt was currently in Zulon City, and even with an address in his possession, finding the Foxhole would take a miracle, or a shit load of luck.
This city was simply just another territory where surviving was a battle. People here scraped by, fought for every scrap, and trusted no one.
