Gaditya slum, a dim alleyway, with layer upon layer of graffiti on the walls, combining post-modern and violent elements. The exposed pipes are rusty, and the ground is potholed, full of dirty water. At the end of the alley, there's an iron door, behind it lies an establishment of vice.
In front of the door, a dozen or so motorcycles are parked.
Some people with Mohawks, ear piercings, nose piercings, even lip piercings with metal rings, "distinctive" characters smoking and discussing today's strange news.
This is the so-called Mole Gang's nest.
Over an hour ago, their Second-in-command, a man as big as a mountain, returned in panic. Rumor has it that luck turned against him, and he's waiting for the Boss to come back, to take revenge with the gang.
It's said the twenty or so people brought by the Second-in-command were schooled openly by just two individuals, fleeing in disgrace, which has become the biggest tale in Gaditya this year.
