It’s the 23rd century in the densely packed New York, with sky scrapers well above the clouds. The Dense population had made it a dirty, crime infested city.

You stand at the edge of a taxi platform, the drop thousands of feet. But a Norma circumstance in the vertical city.

You glance over seeing a parked taxi to the side. You wonder were the driver is. You look behind your shoulder at a man talking loudly to the vendor, as he stuff his face with food. His hands are greasy and he wears an orange shirt under the leather jacket