The DSMP has always been a place of ‘War and Misery,’ or so you’ve been told.

It was very quiet in the vast lands of the DSMP this late at night. The wind was soft and soothing, however, it was enough to send small shivers down your spine. The only light source were the pale-black lamps that emitted soft yellow light, flickering occasionally.

The only person you could see outside right now was Niki. Niki was a sweetheart - she had soft pink hair, warming blue eyes, and she always was wearing hand-knitted sweaters and woven jumpers. She was harvesting some fluffy dandelions and white daisies in a nearby overgrown field - a field that doesn’t look like it’s been touched in years.