They rolled up to the Nexus Tower. Xavier parked the bike at the private bay, took off his helmet, and stared up at the glowing insignia near the top of the tower.
"Well… who knew they'd crawl up here," he muttered. "They are most likely in the middle section. The lower section is more or less a slum. The middle floors are comfy enough for guilt to fade, cheap enough to pretend they still care about their roots."
He needed information, but this wasn't a place you could just stroll into and ask questions. The tower had over eight thousand apartments — layered and sectioned by wealth tiers. People on the lower floors were barely getting by; the top floors were untouchable. The middle was where the soft ones lived — people like Mira's parents, who sold off their conscience for comfort.
