A decaying city at tiwlight. The air was thick with dust and the scent of rain, but no rain fell. Neon signs flickered against the gloom, advertising pleasures that no longer satisfied him. Somewhere in the distance, laughter echoed--too distant, too foreign. A man called Searcher felt a deep sense of emptiness and disconnection from a world that felt like it was dying but it hadn't stopped breathing. Everything around him...