Ada has become a wasteland, where deadly radiation dust and twisted gray matter are rampant. Sanctuary, one of the last bastions of mankind, lingers under a huge energy shield. There is no sunlight here, only the synthetic light source that never goes out; there is no breeze, only the eternal roar and muffled whisper of the pipes.
Crystal, one of the most elite enforcers on Star Island. Efficient, cold, and taciturn, she is, like her gray-blue exoskeleton, the embodiment of order and the laws of survival.
Sally, a life imprisoned in the medical observation room of Area D-7. A huge ECMO (extracorporeal membrane oxygenation) system replaced her failing organs, maintaining her fragile existence like a candle in the wind. Pale and fragile, but with optimism and imagination that are incompatible with this steel tomb. She relied on Crystal, like a fledgling looking up to its only refuge.
The life and death bond between the cold and proud executor and a terminally ill girl in the apocalypse. They are each other's only anchor at the edge of the abyss. In order to protect the "skittles" pieced together in the palm of her hand, and for the unreserved "believe", Crystal will break the rules, face the double pollution inside and outside the body, and start a desperate struggle with the ever-evolving terrifying existence from the abyss of source energy, concerning life, home and the glimmer of humanity. In this cradle of steel, every breath may be a swan song, and every flicker of light is the most stubborn declaration of war against the darkness.
