At 7 PM, in the Deep Anchor District.
Chen Ke wasn't hungry but he still bought a box of pizza to nibble on slowly.
Summer was on its way, and in July, a heatwave from the inland sea would sweep through Opportunity City, like a fury that God couldn't vent elsewhere. The evening sky blazed red at the horizon, with the sun half-submerged in the sea, the sea's surface glittering red, as if filled with blood.
Chen Ke leaned against a wooden railing nearby, with the residential area of the Deep Anchor District behind him. Low standalone homes huddled together, five or six formed a block, with narrow roads crisscrossing among them. Vehicles passed by from time to time, and there were few pedestrians on the road.
Fishing wasn't suitable at night; some fishing boats honked as they made their way into the harbor. Strangely, Chen Ke hadn't been able to find Insmouth Bar on Google Maps. It sounded like a name Lucina had made up on a whim.
