2035 ,

North Korea finally merged with the south after a diminishing defeat .

The east of the previous NK however fell victim to the neglect by government planning . It became the slum of the country. Just outside of the view of modern ,towering cities .

In the city of Seoul there’s many places to go, for tourism,relocation and business -legitimate or not .

There’s places you don’t go.

The deep dark.

It’s bordered by chain link fences in the south of Korea . Nothing but dilapidated buildings sectioned by narrow streets and alleys illuminated by faulty lighting.

It is a Pre-North Korean urban hell scape.

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The smell or smoke , alcohol and hints of dried blood waft in the streets air

The constant mumblings of gang violence, black market dealings and prostitutes reeling in customers. The occasional buzz of tattoo ink get scribed.

The streets are littered with common garbage ,needles -used over and over again , shattered glass from bar fights .

Neon lights run down the badly constructed alleys shifting in shape to accommodate those that fly by , gang perched on stools puffing smoke eyeing passer-bys for easy prey -people without weapons.

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Many live in this slum … prison … landfill -None with pure intentions .

Trafficking and transporting of illegal goods come through here through the clock.

Organised crime syndicates trample on these streets .

It’s their turf.

Despite the lack of security or hope , many never leave this slum. Especially the children…

They cannot afford to, whether from money or merit.

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Abandoned by the government who deem this place as too dangerous .

It must be easier to ignore it then use the money that lines their pockets to clean this dump up?

Keep your eyes down and hold that knife tight and you’ll be safe.

Hopefully …

I would know…

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Outside the window were the cities pre-war buildings that filtered out sunshine to a depleted sliver, onto the narrows streets changing its path with those that walked on it.

Outside were onlookers and workers .

The area was called Hyacinth. Coded for the red light district and the pretty ‘flowers’ that worked .Lines with brothels and a few stalls for food.

You could smell savoury smoke from the food stalls and small restaurants selling street food. And hear the lustful talk to lure cash in.

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It mostly consisted of omegas .

It’s a dangerous line of work if you don’t want to be forcefully marked but it was this or joining a gang . All the food places have lines of people wanting to work. v(\=_\= )V

“Sir! Would you like to come in? I can give you a good time\~”

“Sir \~\~ I can give you a good deal for your time\~\~”

“I’m so lonely - can’t you accompany this pitiful girl tonight?”

Lower level workers like that have to grovel for clients but for more popular ones people book and come up to out rooms.

This area is filled with low lives .

Those who are sick and cruel.

Those who deprive content out of inflicting helpless suffering.

Those whose promises mean nothing.

Many people from the upper echelons of society come down here to vent their most vile of desires on us poor folk.

Those people pay well, but it always equates to the worst treatment.

They’re customers.

All you can do is lie down and do the job.

Atleast I’m not losing fingers…