Early morning, in the streets of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
This is the edge of the normal city district. Beyond one more block lies the slums. On both sides of a road are two starkly different styles of construction. The east side features reinforced concrete buildings, while the west side is lined with shacks made from uneven roads, wooden boards, and sheet metal.
Sitting in a pickup truck by the roadside are two people.
"You still insist on entering the instance with me?" Tina, gripping the steering wheel, glanced at Yang Yi in the passenger seat: "You weren't called for this mission, and there are still twenty-six minutes before the instance begins. You still have time to leave the instance area."
"I can't be at ease if you go alone," Yang Yi said, staring ahead with a dry voice.
"It's always the same response," sighed Tina. "Are all men from the mountain of blades and the ocean of flames this rigid and dour?"
Yang Yi just shook his head without responding.
