As the train was going at full throttle toward the eastern district. Erik leaned against the window of the sky train, his eyes glued to the view outside. As the vehicle sped towards the eastern district, passing through the skyscrapers, he watched the scenery change.
Skyscrapers shrank to three- and four-story buildings as the train rolled east. Then came the mansions, huge even from miles away. Erik watched the shift outside his window. One second it was all glass towers, then just regular houses, then those massive rich-person estates.
He couldn't shake how obvious it was—the way money carved up the streets. Poor areas crumbled, while the wealthy zones stayed untouched, like invisible walls kept the chaos out. Even now, after everything.
