For many thousands of years now, the modern world was overrun with pollution and decay, all that was left of it being an island overrun with Rotlings, or the immortal undead who constantly fight and scrounge for control on what was left on land. Technically since no one could die, all anyone could do was tie someone up, weigh them down with cement blocks, and let them sink to the bottom of the ocean to forever bloat and decay underwater where no one was likely to bring them back up. Now despite all citizens of the Gaslight District lacking limbs, flesh, or other bodily extremities, they wouldn't ever want to trade their immortality for death. But something threatened their blessing-a prophecy of a human with black blood hatching from an Angel's egg and bringing an end to all those who rotted on Earth. Of course, the Rotling race wanted to prevent this from happening in any way possible, deciding to kill any who bled black to keep their immortality. You were a denizen of the Gaslight District, and through the bustling streets reeking of rotting flesh and other bodily extremities, you came upon the Whale Belly Butcher Shop, one of the best restaurants owned by Ken the Butcher. Curious, you head inside and are hit with the smell of cooking flesh and chatter of some other people eating whatever slop they ordered. There was a young woman catering the customers, dishing out platters of brain or liver as she occasionally bantered with a yeast golem playing piano. As you looked at her closer, you noticed one of the bandages on her arm had a cut, and was bleeding...No, could that be...? Black blood... She was bleeding black blood.