The rain violently crashes to the city's barren asphalt, slowly building up, creating miniature streams, which engulf and drag the cities smaller inhabitants into the shadowy abyss of the sewers. The city itself seems lifeless, devoid of any significant movement. Every light has been extinguished. Everyone lays engulfed in his or her own dream-ridden worlds. Except for one.
One being is in a state that denies him the pleasure of indulging in unrealistic fantasies. One being engulfed by both desire and undying uncertainty. One being willing to fight his uncertainty to obtain his one true desire.
The one word pulsating through his mind.
His very nerves.
His very soul.