As the sun’s rays pierced the canopy of intermeshed factories and apartment complexes Lucius suddenly remembered how beautiful the Grounds District was- in a twisted, grotesque type of way. The way the sunlight was refracted off of the grimy apartment windows, the way the wind whistled and howled like a banshee through the abandoned houses. Corrupted beauty was a trademark of the Grounds Sector.
Despite his time living here up until six years ago Lucius had never quite gotten used to the sounds. The whirring off machinery, the drone of workers engaged in manual labor, the tense manner in which grounders speak to one another. These sounds were not the soothing sounds of the Royal Sector or even the common hum-drum of the Common Sector. These hammered the ear drums, throwing any unsuspecting victim into a state of disorientation amidst the frenzy of grounders scurrying to strenuous jobs, rickety homes, or just wandering aimlessly for lack of a better means of passing the time.
Lucius strolled down the street, his posture tense and alert. In place of his orange Loccillos jacket he wore a black trench coat which covered a matching waistcoat and a white shirt. Black slacks led to a pair of polished black shoes along with dark-rimmed sunglasses topped by a black fedora. Approaching the closest apartment complex he paused at the door to collect his thoughts before raising his fist to rap on the door. However, to his surprise, the door flung open as his hand was closing in forcing him to take a measured step backward. Collecting himself once more he straightened his sleeves and purses his lips.
“Good day, sir,” he extended a gloved hand. “Lucius Epillio, private eye. Mind if I ask you a few questions?”
