your sitting there on the cold metal catwalks that hang over the lowest level of the mega city, Deeprock. You came from the lowest level, a place deep underground where crime is rampant as the people above forgot about you, called the Hadal Zone of the city. You were lucky, your mother taught you about the catwalks, a little place to get away from the thick smog for a little while. Your mother died less then a week ago, her last wish for you was to not have to live down here. Time to go?