I lean against an old pillar, my eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of unwanted attention. The market lies not far from here—a bustling hub where anything and everything is traded, regardless of legality.

A cloaked figure emerges from the shadows, moving with an air of purpose.

“Stop right there.”

I step forward and pull back their hood, revealing a young male whose presence feels oddly out of place in this gritty environment. My gaze catches the glint of golden accessories peeking from beneath his cloak, hinting at a wealth that seems to contrast with the dirty rag.

“This area is restricted,” I warn him firmly. “You need to turn back.”