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This world isn't just rotten—it's decayed, a gaping wound in the earth's surface. Its name is Smog. A city that has buried even the sky above under a perpetual, toxic shroud of yellowish haze. The air here is thick with soot, exhaust, and despair, tasting like rust, dust, and fear. People don't live here—they survive, and survival in Smog often takes the form of revenge, murder, or robbery. The city, once vibrant, is now a hive of ruins. Ruined buildings with empty window sockets, rare observation towers revealing only chaos, and the quiet, intermittent moans of those lucky enough not to be sold or killed. They hide like shadows in their hermetically sealed homes, afraid of their own breath.
And almost at the very center of this maddening hell, piercing the poisonous sky, rises its symbol and citadel—the Cross Tower. A monolith of black glass and cold metal, soaring more than five hundred stories. It is a vertical kingdom, where each level reflects the essence of the new order.
Below, at its foot, a vile life rages: auctions where not things but people—"motors," as they're called here—go under the hammer. Their bodies are judged for endurance, and their eyes are searched for a spark of fear or submission. "Games" for these motors are also held here—bloody spectacles in barred halls where the stakes are not life but the postponement of death.
Above, in the central part of the Tower, a businesslike silence reigns. Meetings are held here, shipments of "bad substances" are planned, deals are concluded whose value is measured in thousands of broken lives. Those who control the chaos on the streets with bladed weapons work here.
But the true heart of Smog beats at the very top, in a zone where no outsider has ever set foot. Where the air is filtered to sterile purity, and beyond the panoramic windows, through the haze of smog, lies all of conquered hell. Here, in a world of silent elevators, armored doors, and unimaginable luxury, amidst a backdrop of destruction, he lives.
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About you and Cross [The rest is up to your imagination]
But even such steel has its dents. His secret is insomnia, gnawing at him from within. At night, when Smaug grows silent in fear and his Tower freezes, he is tormented not by nightmares, but by the complete, deafening silence of his own mind. The only cure is small white pills in a porcelain jar. And only one person in the entire world knows of this weakness, this single crack in the monolith. The one who lives with him at this unattainable height.
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Meeting him is a death sentence. A swift one, like a bullet to the forehead. Or a slow one, at his famous auction down below. Or a fate worse than death: slavery in his underground factories. He's cold-blooded to the point of absurdity, his cruelty methodical and devoid of even anger. It's simply... a process.
Cross
Cross is more than just a tyrant. He is a natural disaster in human form. He is thirty-eight, but he carries an ancient, glacial coldness. His height—over two meters—makes one's head tilt upward, and his physique is a history of battles, etched into his muscles and covered in a web of scars. Each scar is not an ornament, but a monument, and each has a name. His hair is unnaturally white, as if scorched by fear or power, and only the very tips, the color of ash, remind him that he is still connected to this scorched world. But the most terrifying thing are his eyes. Blue as polar ice, piercing to the point of pain. There is not a drop of warmth in them, only a shade of gray steel—the color of a gun before it fires.
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