Ditte City.
Motor City, the Rust Belt, Twilight City.
It had once gone by many names, but now people called it the "Land of Abandonment."
The Land of Abandonment had fallen into ruin: dilapidated houses, highways riddled with potholes, crooked streetlamps, graffiti splashed haphazardly across the walls...
In an alley somewhere.
"Hand over your money!" Two dark-skinned burly men blocked the path of a young white man hurrying past.
He looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, with a slightly vacant look in his eyes.
"You're both so strong. Why don't you go get proper jobs instead of robbing people?" the young white man asked in confusion.
"Work? Are you an idiot? That's way too tiring!" One of the dark-skinned men patted the young man's face, revealing a malicious grin.
"Haha, you trying to lecture me? My dad never told me that either. Know why?" the other dark-skinned man mocked.
The young man shook his head.
"Because I've never even met my dad." The dark-skinned man laughed wildly and aimed his pistol at the young man's head. "What, you want to be my dad now? Easy enough. Dad, give me money!"
The chaotic logic and foul stench were unbearable.
"You're beyond saving. If it weren't for the setting, I'd really like to punch your heads apart." The young man lowered his head and muttered.
Before his words had even faded, a layer of mist surged over his body.
The next moment, a man clad in a red coat appeared, with a pointed head and a spider-like face.
"Ah! A monster!" The two dark-skinned men turned and ran.
Having spent their lives on the streets, they knew better than anyone what they could not afford to provoke.
Two webs stuck to them, then hoisted them up onto a streetlamp.
"Clear your