In the underground, life could get really ugly for many people.
For most of them, scraping by down here, every damn day was a battle just to keep breathing.
You would wake up not knowing if you'd get food today, if your crew would actually pay you, if the next fight would be the one that finally snapped your bones for good... or if some rich bastard's "private entertainment" would leave you dragging yourself home with bruises that didn't show up on camera.
What happened to Saya in that warehouse? That wasn't even unusual. That was just another Tuesday.
Just another goddamn Tuesday when you were trying not to drown in a world that loved watching people like her sink.
But sometimes, sometimes, you found places where life evened out for a little while.
Not perfect. Not clean. But better, way better, and most importantly, safe, if only for a few stolen hours.
Places where the rules of the street didn't reach, at least not right away.
