The harsh rain fell onto the pavement of Midnight City. The skies were usually grey here. The city was bustling with energy today, carapacians of all kinds out and about. A cloud of cigarette smoke hovered into the air, as a tall dersite stood with a bowler hat and a fancy suit, an enamel pin of the diamond suit on his lapel. A certain energy came from him, as if he were dangerous.

What shall you do?