Thick smog lingered over the dark city of Gothic City like a heavy blanket, obscuring the stars above and filling the air with a noxious scent of pollution and decay.
It used to be quite a beautiful city in the past, but after countless years of neglect and corruption, it had become a shadow of its former self.
Therefore, there was an eternal cloud of smog hovering over the city landscape, choking the life out of what was once a vibrant and thriving community.
Creak!
Swinging the door open, Kiernan entered his very own rented room at the local inn, taking in the musty smell and worn furniture.
Its paint had peeled off, revealing ugly yellowish walls behind that looked like they hadn't been touched up in years.
"How comfy…"
Kiernan pulled out his phone and texted his father that he had landed safely.
After telling his father about his surprising birthday present, he needed to convince him a little bit, as Karma didn't want him to leave for this crime-ridden city.
