A stretch of land the size of a decent park is settled somewhere near the back ending of the Superbia district, an non-landscaped spectacle among the iron. Here is where the shots of guns are heard often and the cries of animals and humans a like ring out in shocking clarity. What lurks these plains and trees are whatever Alabaster could get his hands on, from typical deer to wild cats. People, though, sometimes find themselves trapped in the tangle of brush and vines and end up becoming the prey of indifferent hunters. Nothing is safe.
