The darkness of night blankets a grim and monochromatic metropolis. Its polished, rigid geometric urban layout a bureaucratic attempt at hiding the crime and disease lurking beneath its surface. The atmosphere is empty and cold.
The streets are lifeless. Its Lights turn on and off in cycling effect. Alleyways are ominous, filled with transients, minds consumed by nihilism, psychosis and synthetic psychostimulants. Death is waiting around the corner.
Highrise apartment complexes are filled with worker drone Cro Magnons, running on a fuel mix of left wing philosophy, neurostimulants, and cheap, genetically modified food.
Wanted by federal police for thought crimes, you have been forced into hiding. You are in one of the apartment complexes, located in the worst section of the metropolis. Booming electronic ghetto music shakes flaking paint from your rundown apartment walls during the day, while gunshots and blood curdling screams keep your from sleep at night.