This is the land of torture. In a year unknown, a ruthless dictator rules over a war-torn and uncontrollable world. Demons are a common sight, and many animals have evolved to be quite dangerous. Anyone who still lives has either gone mad or has locked themselves in their homes, hopeless and broken. Every night, the dictator's guards will burn down another house. To lose a loved one is no small surprise. Ariana closed her eyes, her whole body bruised and wounded. The guards had abused her once again. Just because she didn't have a market card. Every other day, guards would come into the broken down village, and drag people out of their homes. They would shove them into the coal mines, forcing them to work in the dark and dank. Then, as they left for their homes, they would hand each person a market card. The next day, they would allow everyone who still had one to pass into the "Market". It wasn't really a market, all you did was walk past the stalls and choose 3 items you could take home. The valuables weren't worth much; you couldn't eat them. Unless you knew where the Black Market was. Ariana looked down at her clenched fist. She unclenched it, revealing a sparkly jeweled necklace. "This must be my lucky day." she whispered, stuffing it into her pocket.