The skyscrapers have always been zombies, concrete corpses hiding monsters in its shadows. I am a child of this city, there is no magic here. we're expected to make magic in a city so devoid of it. The air here is poison. it will asphyxiate you and consume you, or whatevers left of you. It will not kill you in one go, itll watch you as you loose the light in your eyes and destroy all you know and hold dear. Death isn't hard, its living here that's harder.