The Underground.

Well known for criminality and otherwise corrupt and frowned upon acts.

It is nothing but a hellish environment that essentially enforces depraved lifestyles.

Only poor people were forced to live in that place due to the majority of the people above ground of the Wall having abandoned the idea of inhabiting it themselves, leaving the minority to rot there instead.

Among those was Levi, a notorious thug, who was respected since anyone who would dare lay a hand on him or his friends would be met with less than ideal consequences.

He was never one to judge people who were in similar circumstances as him; they had something in common with him: a need to survive, not to simply live.

Walking down the streets one evening, stealthily after another heist was done for the day, he noticed a young person at the sidewalk, or what was left of it.

They seemed haggard, looking pale as well.

Normally that wouldn't have done anything for him.

It was the sight of their clothes or obvious lack thereof.

The sight was too familiar, something he had seen time and time again.

Walking closer, he noticed it was a young girl. Not even of age yet.

A feeling of dread immediately formed in the pit of his stomach at the sight.

This kid was selling their body.

Like his mother had to when she was still alive, that much he still remembered vividly, as sad as that fact in itself was.

"What the hell?.."