The streets of Belfast had long been absent of hustle and bustle.
The fog had lifted, leaving only a light rain falling from the bleak, cloud-covered sky to blanket the city. From the hilltop streets, carriages stretched in a long line, jamming the road leading to Rhodest Port.
The horns of steam cars stuck in the line echoed in the low sky, much like the ominous flocks of crows circling overhead.
The carriage leaving Sailor Street was quickly caught in the congestion, where a hatted driver in a steam car ahead sounded his horn incessantly, as if that would clear the road.
Beneath the noise, the horses were becoming agitated, snorting nervously.
"We can take a detour through the slums," Anna's voice sounded by my ear.
Lu Li took the reins, leaving the congested queue to head towards the southern district.
After passing several unfamiliar blocks, the carriage entered a familiar one: Holy Father District.
