Denno City's Southern Wasteland
The old jeep, stained with bright red blood, trembled as it drove along the vast wilderness road.
A gloomy sky hung overhead, illuminating the twisted and bizarre pitch-black trees on either side of the road. These trees had no branches or leaves, and their limbs intertwined like roots in the sky, forming a black cloud hovering above the ground.
The wind rustled through these towering black clouds, and a sharp, melodic sound echoed deep within the woods, akin to the hiss of some animal or the singing of a young maiden.
A man in a brown T-shirt had his hand on the jeep's patinaed steering wheel, paying no attention to the sounds from the woods on either side. He puffed on a cigar and glanced at the looming massive city ahead as the vehicle stopped at a crossroads.
A bloodstained signpost, seemingly made of ancient entwined branches, stood at the junction.