Meanwhile, The SUV Medusa drove moved through one of the many dimly lit streets of New Coral City's Y2 district, its tires rolling over uneven asphalt that had seen better days.
Streetlights were scarce—maybe one or two flickering every few blocks—leaving most of the road shrouded in deep shadow. The occasional neon sign struggled to stay lit, buzzing faintly as it cast sickly colors onto the damp pavement.
Strange figures loitered along the sidewalks, wandering aimlessly or lurking in the doorways of rundown buildings.
A massive man in a trench coat stood on a street corner, his face shadowed by his hat. But anyone who looked closely would see that his skin wasn't normal—it was rough, hardened, like thick calluses covered every inch of him.
Further down the road, a woman in a tight dress and fishnet stockings strutted toward a seedy strip club.
