Mudflat Scrapyard (before battle)
This cannot be… How art we to enjoy our vacaciones at a locale such as this?
This may come as a surprise to you, Don Quixote… But Vergilius never mentioned that we're here on a vacation.
Well… it is rather quaint. NB.
Aw~ What was the point of showing us that beautiful beach earlier, then?
Right… I wish I never even saw the beach, then I wouldn't be so disappointed…
Hark! Right thither is the afreseen beach!
Wherefore art we not journeying in that direction?! Its air appears pristine, its skies clear!
Because that's not our destination.
This cannot be…
The Sinners' faces grew dark with disappointment.
Can't say that I wasn't a little excited to have some proper rest myself, but…
<I had a feeling this was going to happen…>
<S-so, where is this, exactly?>
It'd be in everyone's interest to focus on what's next.
This is…
…District 21. Backstreets of U Corp… Haah… Dammit, we're really not ready for this.
…Yes.
<So that's why there hasn't been congestion since the tunnel? Because we're not in a Nest?>
That depends on the Nest and their Backstreets, so such generalizations are not encouraged.
That seems to be the case this time, however.
Is that a private beach over there? The water… its colors are very different from this side's.
I see. A boundary, as though hewn by a blade. Those are telltale signs of the place's nature…
Indeed, this is…
…The Great Lake. That's just how it has always been. You can assume that a well-maintained vacation spot like that… is usually Nest territory.
My explanations keep getting hijacked.
<Does this place count as the Backstreets when it's so open?>
The definition of Backstreets isn't limited to literal streets between buildings. It refers to all territories within districts not embraced by the Nests.
<Right…>
Look at all this minging rubbish, the place is in shambles. I'd be gobsmacked if this weren't the Backstreets.
Oho! Behold, hither is a rather useful-
……
What? Finish your sentence!
…It moved.
What?
This radio… it moved! Do the radios of District 21 scamper about?
Wha… What are you on abou- Woah?!
At Heathcliff's cry, everyone turned towards a certain pile of trash.
And there it was, all of a sudden... a monster.