Justin was still panting.<span style="font-style: italic">Damn it, how could I have almost conceded? How could I have almost been... corrupted?</span>He knew the city well, and knew what it did to one who is not careful. Corruption was the nexus of this city, and Justin was not about to become caught in its pull.<br/><br/>The buildings were as colorless as ever. Justin saw lucidly now how truly wrong, how truly incongruous, this city was. He had been raised in this perdition, raised to be a man who would be the exact duplicate of his uncle: cheap, vulgar, a low-down drug dealer who would do anything for a good deal. Like separate Justin from his mother.<br/><br/>A bar began to appear over Justin's viewpoint, though it did not physically stand out in the slightest. The only thing which gave it a distinction was the animated chatter and the sound of clinking glasses. Justin noticed a vehicle parked in the front, a few men were standing beside another man who was sprawled on the ground.<span style="font-style: italic">Of course, murderers! What ever happened to this system of justice?</span>In a fit of indignance, Justin headed towards the scene.<br/><br/>"What did you do to this man?" Justin demanded, after approaching the man who was nearest to him. "And who are you? I've never seen you around these parts."