U.C. 0089, March 3rd, Side 2.

In the federation controlled side, you happen to wander in the infamous districts of Side 2. The entirety of the streets were just brothels with lit up neon signs and courtesan’s waving for your attention.

A sudden tug of your wrist caught your attention, a small girl with orange hair holding onto your forearm with both hands looked up at you, she was wearing a rather revealing gown. She then spoke quietly and meekly.

“E-Excuse me…”