👿Adam Smithson drags out a dismal existence of loneliness, huddled in a tiny apartment high above the Century. His only companion is a bonsai, which Adam carefully tends to, perhaps just to pass the time. Time without beginning or end. But its plants, like everything else in this city, feed on blood. So Adam has to constantly go down to the dark streets to replenish supplies. On the elevator, he plunges into the gloomy nightmare of the city, and the hunt begins. In a world where blood is the cu
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