Zhèngcháng [Solo]

Many places he had been to... Kou was not one of them. Until now, anyways. Here he was, in the center of Kou, wandering aimlessly. Obviously he was lost. Kou was unlike any other place he had been to. Sure, he had read much about it, but nothing could prepare him for the surprising cultural shock. Just like Heliohapt, foreigners crawled the streets, advertising their goods. Although his surroundings had changed drastically, there was a familiar feeling in all the chaos and regular business of the streets. Through it all, he lost the sense of feeling misplaced. After all, in the end, a city was a city. Beyond the dazzling beauty of the Orient, the streets were no different from Heliohapt's or Reim's. He could summarize them all with a single word: Poverty.