The Next Generation

Rubble sprayed from the ceiling on the second floor of the dilapidated building, making everyone wince as dust almost invaded their eyes. The building belonged to a wealthy merchant who, five years ago, bit off more than he could chew and died a horrible death. His death marked the termination of the construction, thereby making the building half-finished. Years passed and the building became a grave memory to those who disobeyed the gang that ruled this part of the Industrial Area— better known as the Country of Viomich. And although the building is now on its sorry and ruined state, it still held great importance to the gang which made it their temporary meeting place.