"How the fuck did bandits manage to get into Pleasure City?"
There was a damn good reason why I asked that question.
Pleasure City—of all places—wasn't just some border village prone to infiltration.
It was nestled deep within the kingdom's heart, protected on all sides. Getting there unnoticed... well, it was supposed to be fucking impossible.
This city was practically a fortress disguised in luxury.
The kind of place that was so integrated into the kingdom's core that no outsider—especially a goddamn bandit—should've even come close to stepping foot inside without someone noticing.
And let's not forget the guards.
The kingdom had an army's worth of soldiers stationed throughout.
They weren't just standing there looking pretty either as they manned the gates like hawks, patrolled the streets day and night, and monitored every major entry point with brutal vigilance.
It just didn't make sense.
