CHAPTER ZERO: A NARRATION
Let me tell you about Midnight North.
It was a utopia. Bounded by massive walls along the mountains of its southern border, the city’s black walls sucked every ounce of light that it could greedily grab. A massive road called the Superconduit connected it to the outside world by maglev train, hovertruck and other means of transportation. A silver spire in the center of the city stood, defiant and unmarked by the elements. Within its walls, no one hungered or got sick. No one was unhappy or unsatisfied. Every need was met, and every life was given purpose by the mysterious overseer who ruled the city with an iron fist.
It was a utopia, indeed. But it was not a place for mortal man.