300 years have passed since The Final War. Where humanity has been penned up into a dystopian city where poverty, corruption, famine and disease run rampant. Where the rich can trample on the poor all they want without resistance. Four years ago, a young assassin had lost an old friend. When she finally finds a lead. She finds that it would lead her beyond The City. To The Wasteland. Where none dare venture.
I write only when I have the mood to do so, the gaps between each part could vary from a week to a month.
I write only when I have the mood to do so, the gaps between each part could vary from a week to a month.