Breaths were let go of when the clock struck midnight. The capital of Purily sighed in relief, as it always did, until the sun rose above the horizon again. But until then, every city light went black and every noise faded to the mere hum of generators deep below in the Undersea District. The hush fogged through the spiraling streets of the sinking city, a silence for the five million that lived here. Every watch in every wrist, an endless put on pause.

In a world that so often feels dark and cold, where the sky is scarcely visible from the towering spire of the city... Yes, it must be terrifying to think I could read your mind. To think anyone could read your mind. But maybe, just maybe, you'd be relieved? Because beneath every dirty thought and hateful urge, we're all alone in the end, aren't we?