At two thirty in the morning, the train finally came to a slow stop outside the Bupen Central Train Station. Emerging along with the sparse crowd from the station, Lynch took a deep breath.
Amidst the polluted air, there was a smell that excited every cell; it was the scent of a big city!
In Sabin City, after eight p.m., the streets were so dark you could hardly see anything, even in better neighborhoods, and the dim streetlights were unsettling.
Except for a few central districts that remained brightly lit overnight, most areas became as silent as water once night fell.
But look at this place; the whole city seemed to be glowing. Though, undoubtedly, there were some very dark spots, the sky over the city center was as bright as day.
"Sir, need a ride?" one of the taxi drivers waiting outside the station proactively asked.
Lynch glanced at him and couldn't help but chuckle. Big cities are indeed different from small ones; even taxi drivers have different attire.
