Zone 9.
Situated on the far edge of the city, the district marked the industrial zone, filled with sprawling factories and warehouses. Thick plumes of dark smoke drifted through the air, casting a hazy shadow over the worn streets below.
'I should be close.'
I looked at the compass in my hands.
It pointed towards the east side, and I followed the direction it pointed.
The large backpack pressed heavily against my shoulders, though the weight was more noticeable than bothersome.
Taking out my phone, I looked at the screen.
"He still hasn't replied."
Ever since discovering the note on his cubicle, I'd called him more than a dozen times, trying to understand what he'd written. But Kyle never answered. He was busy, but I needed him to respond more than ever.
That number...
It meant a lot to me.
'...I'll wait a little bit more.'
I continued down the pedestrian road. This part of the city was clearly worse than the other.
