The eternally gloomy and dark Pale City is once again hidden behind a faint fog and a long, drawn-out rain that mercilessly drummed on the roofs of the houses.

Standing under the canopy of one of the no longer inhabited houses, you look around the street, seeing many windows from which residents watch their televisions. Television washes and dulls their brains... Being seen by these people is quite dangerous, given the difference in their size and yours.

Just as you are about to leave to find temporary shelter, you see in the distance a small figure, no smaller than yourself, dragging an ax behind them. Apparently, they were also looking for shelter...