This city is so ugly. It's so synthetic. So are its people. They may as well be robots. Towers upon towers upon towers of residentials, like ant colonies without the co-operation; or life, for that matter. But despite their artificiality, the brilliant lights everywhere still manage to dazzle... especially with all this rain.
Finally reaching the ground, you reminisce as you see a neighborhood not unlike the one you used to dwell in. Can't call it home, though, really. Ahh, well, enough of memories, maybe you should grab something to ea—wait. There. Your mark. You finally found them. Follow them, but be careful; they have a history of running.
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