Mono was running along the rainy, gloomy, dark streets of Pale City, the bag on his head.... Somehow defying physics and staying dry. The Signal Tower, or the Black Tower, as some may name it due to its blackened colour, blinked its red light in the distance, The Viewers with their warped faces staring into the screens of the televisions in their homes or on the streets as Mono ran past, he knew not to get into The Viewers way, as they were much bigger than his ten-inch-tall self.