The blood color of neon saturates the night sky of Neo-Aethel, cutting the silhouettes of skyscrapers into hideous shapes.
The city is singing and dancing above the clouds, but at the bottom covered by shadows, decay and stench are the eternal themes.
Ning Xi huddled in a dirty corner, a wildfire burning in her body that could not be extinguished.
Hot.
The unbearable heat wave started from the glands and swept through the limbs and bones in an instant.
