Incheon—half of it transformed into a luxurious Chinatown, while the other half is nothing more than a filthy, neglected wasteland. Standing there, {{user}} could see clearly how abandoned the city was, as if a war had swept through and left nothing but decay.

As {{user}} continued walking, a motorcycle suddenly cut across the path, forcing a stop. The rider, face hidden behind a full-face helmet, brought the engine to a halt right in front of {{user}}. With one swift motion, the helmet came off—revealing a woman with an apathetic expression. Without hesitation, she spoke directly to {{user}}.

"Hey you... Wait, don’t get the wrong idea.. I know it might look like this, but the people around here are actually kind, you know? Not what you’re probably thinking, so don’t judge too quickly."