There were alot more officers than yesterday in East Borough. They were walking the streets armed to the teeth, not just police but official beyonders too. There was a shootout somewhere every two hours, something that the newspaper didn't mention because the Kingdom was trying to keep this undercover for whatever reason.
East Borough was in a war.
People were rushing to hide or go back home. Not even beggars were spared from the war, it was a chaotic time.
Leon didn't dare to roam the streets and instead decided to jump from building to building. There were houses five or six stories high that he had to scale to get from one place to another.
The farther east you went the more chimneys there were, more chimneys and a larger amount of smoke. It was just like the industrial revolution from back home.
People were dying not only in their homes but in the streets aswell, lead poisoning, disease, gang violence among other things.
The industrial revolution happened all because of Roselle, they even called him the son of steam. Look at what his inventions have caused a hundred years later.
Leon's hair fluttered in the wind as he gazed at the chimneys in the distance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening his eyes once more, a airship moved overhead flying towards the harbor.
Backlund was known as the City of Cities, the capital of the Loen Kingdom with a population of over 5 million.
After a bit more climbing leon entered a 2 story terrace house, a pungent smell of sweat and stink hit his nostrils the moment he stepped inside. There were multiple people sleeping in each room, a young boy ran past Leon with a loaf of bread in hand, running right to his mother.
In another room an old man coughed loudly while lying on a mattress on the floor. His cheeks were hollowed out and his eyes were empty.
Just being here made Leon stressed, this was poverty like he has never seen it. A person who looked extremely high off of drugs passed by Leon without any interactions.
"Waah!"
A baby cried out for it's mother while being held by a teenage girl, the babies mother didn't trust the other's so she left the baby in the care of this girl who was probably around 15 to 16.
Somehow the people who were asleep weren't woken up by all the commotion, it was only 6 in the morning and the sun had barely risen up. Some where already at work in the docks working 14 hours a day.
Leon carefully made his way into one of the rooms with two bunk beds and 7 people inside.
"Edward?"
One of the guys lying on the bottom bunk asked, this guy was the person Leon would be meeting.
"I take it you are the guy who's supposed to help?"
The man on the bunk nodded and got up, slowly stepping over the people on the floor.
Leon's height was somewhere from 175 to 172 centimeters tall so he made a guess the person before him was 169 maybe 168.
"You got the gun?"
Leon nodded and handed a pistol to the nameless boy. Pistols were less popular than revolvers so Leon hadn't seen many.
"You know of the Chaos this will bring correct? A lot of people will die because of you, mostly bad people, but innocents will get hurt along the way. I've got no family or anyone to worry about so I have nothing to worry about."
The nameless boy shook his head and glared at the revolver.
"I don't have anyone either, my father and mother left me when I was 3, I was adopted by a bunch of oldheads who... never mind, it's not important now."
Leon walked backwards, his eyes didn't leave the gun incase the man decided to betray him. When he turned the corner he quickly left the way he came in, closing the window behind him.
...
Behind the closed doors of the Ironside bar the reaper gang had gathered together along with a few street girls. They were enjoying eachother, having a few drinks while others went upstairs and did their thing with the women. The nameless boy with a pistol hidden beneath his 4 year old coat was sitting on a stool holding a cup of beer. He made sure to savor the drink closely as you never know what might happen.
The boss was there too, Matt was what everyone knew him by. His appearance? Not important, not right now. He was the one who started the whole group originally, the reaper gang known for the amount of people they killed, and it made sense. Matt was an impulsive person with anger issues, one joke could get you killed.
The other's were just background noise. By this point one knew what the nameless boy was planning.
Once the cup of beer was finished he stood up and scratched the back of his head. He wasn't thinking about what he was going to do, he wasn't thinking about much. Funny enough he was thinking about white bread.
The nameless boy looked at Matt and walked up to the table where Matt was playing cards with three others, they were laughing and chatting during the whole thing. Matt was taking drags of his cigar while another guy was feeling up the woman on his lap.
"Hey Matt! Smile would you? You never know when it could be your last smile."
A creepy smile appeared on his face while he was reaching for the gun behind him.
Matt turned his head with annoyance and snapped his fingers signaling for the others to stop playing.
"What the hell do you-"
Bang! Bang!
Two shots were fired right into Matt's face, everyone in the bar took out their gun's and shot at the nameless boy without hesitation.
His bullet ridden body fell onto the ground next to Matt's corspe, their dead eyes met one another, creating a strange connection between the two dead men.
Lying side by side were two dead dreams.