Nighttime in Mercat City is no less beautiful than daytime. The river and canals sparkles from the light of the stars and the buildings of the city. The balconies of the buildings were filled with feral cats sleeping together. “It’s so quiet,” Marshall said. “Isn’t there any red light district or something in this town?” “I don’t think so, no,” Ender replied. “This place is anomalously peaceful.” Marshall sighed a little. “This is my equivalent of hell, you know that right?” “I know, bear with it, maybe if we’re lucky we’ll accidentally stumble upon the deep dark horrifying secret of this city,” Ender said optimistically. “Maybe this city is built on top of a suffering of other people or something like that?”