[Gulliver Area 1, House K, Room 2]
The light shone bright inside the house, the aroma of cooking clinging thick in the air, carried far by the breeze outside.
In the sitting room, Jamie worked out, push-ups, relentless and precise. Sweat slicked his face, rekindling memories of the forest, of the assassins who'd once ambushed him. But this was different. He was stronger now. He had a tangible goal. His mind and soul were fixed on one thing: becoming strong enough to deliver justice to anyone who deserved it.
They'd finished their part of the mission. The journey had brought them to a bar, spacious, with an aquarium tucked in one corner. Not as packed as you'd expect a Midworld bar to be. It was handsome, really, more so than its surroundings, a hidden gem, underrated but full of character. Along the way, they'd been met consistently by a few working girls.
