Sunday night.
The Iron Suburbs, dark as always, are usually the first part of the city to witness the sunrise, but they are also the first to witness the fall of night.
The descent of darkness emerges like a massive, universal beast ready to swallow the world whole.
But the descent of the night's solitude brings with it the darkness of the abyss. The secrets the night hides come to light.
Amid the darkness of the Iron Suburbs, three people moved swiftly, leaping from building to building on this night of scant natural light.
At some point, the three of them stopped on the roof of a house.
They both leaped into the house's courtyard and, without a second thought, burst inside as if they were going to kidnap or kill someone…
But they came out empty-handed.
"Tsk. This is a problem. Those stupid mana antennas are ruining our lives." complained one of them, who was holding a dagger in his right hand.
