Black Harbor is shrouded in thick fog all year round.
Fifteen-year-old Milo grew up in a textile factory. His mother Mogan was in a high position. Mr. D, who was always dressed in black, was even more fond of him. The candies, stories, and the indescribable throbbing of the young man made him never doubt it.
Until people in the factory began to be laid off one after another, there was no news from then on, as if they had never existed.
The rain and fog in Black Harbor became heavier and heavier, completely blinding Milo.
Intention: a dream