The wintery Bulida Port District, with its biting cold wind mixed with fine snow.
The snow blankets the scattered containers, and the heavy clouds cast a shadow over this concealed gray zone of the city.
"Damn it!!"
In this steel labyrinth of containers and narrow alleys, a tall figure is fleeing for his life.
At this moment, Maquiel is doing everything he can to evade the relentless pursuit of the Empire's Special Operations Department agents behind him.
Maquiel's physique is agile, his movements as swift as a leopard, and he wears a light gray parka he stole after busting out of prison last night. This outfit makes him blend into the cold winter environment and hard to spot.
He weaves between the containers, sometimes climbing to higher ground, at other times merging with the shadows.
