The sun is setting upon Torim, casting large shadows across the city. The lights from every building, be they small businesses or large skyscrapers, are starting to come on. In about an hour's time, the sun will truly set and the evening will begin. It is winter, on the 12th of December. The air is crisp and the cold seeps into your lungs and seems to freeze them. All who are out on the streets, which are few and far between are wearing thick clothing: parkas, gloves, and boots. At least, those who can afford them. There are others, like the street urchins who can afford very little. One can see them huddled together around lit trash cans in abandoned alleyways. They are a stark comparison to the well off citizens in Torim who look the other way in passing. The streets are lined with sleek metallic cars and small androids acting as mobile banks. The flair of the Capital is meant to out shadow the poverty. The paladins and mercenaries of the Church are unaware that underneath the streets of the infamous Black March prison are Niera's forces. They hide in the sewers as the soldiers of the Church are patrolling the perimeter. Some of the soldiers are out in the streets and others are in the prison itself. The Legion intend to break into the prison and free the demons held within there as a sign of rebellion to the Church. They await Niera's orders to begin the assault.