The sun was about to set.
Five hours. Five goddamn hours of traveling. Well, traveling while hiding to be accurate.
Sneaking through bushes, crawling behind walls, and ducking behind every piece of cover I could find like some criminal on the run.
The guard I bribed had given me a specific route. A path that weaved through the academy's outer zones, bypassing outpost after outpost.
And at the last checkpoint, the outpost head turned out to be that guard's buddy.
So I walked right through.
Finally, I was standing at my desired spot.
I had a mask in my hand. Bought it from a street vendor on the way. A simple thing that covered the upper half of my face. Good enough.
I put it on and stared at the building before me.
Virtue House.
A fancy name for a hooking inn. A place where rich assholes paid premium prices to have women absorb their burdens. Whatever the fuck that meant.
