*Mark*
Life at Seasbury was just as I had expected it to be. Slow yet busy in its own way. It was evening and I was heading back to my small dingy apartment in the grimmer part of the town. This was where most of us dockworkers stayed. Housing was still expensive; here some places were even dearer than at Selspur City. Though I had no incentive to spend money and be discovered.
I had enough money to rent a better apartment but then that would mean I would have to leave my details whether real or fake with the landlord. I had tried to get an apartment as soon as I had arrived but when I was asked for identification I hesitated.
It was the landlord who assumed I was an illegal immigrant and suggested that I go get a job and housing at the dockside.I did exactly that and the foreman just
