Wedge
The lights are always on in this city.
Neon is crushed in the traffic during the evening rush hour. The glass curtain walls of office buildings reflect the ever-extinguishing light. Even convenience stores late at night use warm yellow lights to shelter people who have nowhere to go. Everyone is climbing up, grasping at straws floating in the air such as money, status, love, and fame, thinking that if they catch it, they can land in this sea of desire.
No one knows that everything you hold tightly will eventually become a rope that strangles you.
This world is a crappy comedy, performed by a group of people with no bottom line, for a group of insensitive people.
This is a story where everyone dies, there is no redemption, no turning back, no exceptions.
Purpose: socialism