"You're out of your mind. Did you think you could get away with this in Stella City?"

Worlds apart. The man who bowed his head dejectedly felt that he and the suited man standing before him lived in different worlds, different realities.

They lived in the same city and received the same police services, but despite that, they couldn't help but experience things differently.

"I don't know how much you were trying to scam from a kid, but I'm going to make sure you never set foot in this city again..."

If elaborate dresses and formal attire indicated one's status in medieval times, in Stella City, a well-tailored suit served the same purpose.

It wasn't a cheap suit from some discount store. The man exuded a noble dignity that suggested he had never done manual labor in his life.