This place is god forsaken. While cities hover high up in the sky where the rich citizens stay in luxury, those that are on mother earth starve everyday doing all they can to survive in the grounded cities crumbling away. The world has been devastated by the greed of our own race and this was all that's left. Garbage thrown over the edge and on to the ground are scavenged and sold to one of the few places that still hangs on as a society. Palper Town, a trader town existing on the trash thrown over.
"Hmm, there isn't as much crime happening in this city as I would have expected."
Going out for a little walk down tells me all that can be shown. While those come and go with what they need to exchange in the town there are people stuck in this town. Kids sat on the dirtied walls with no one to help them and there was one child yelling out a name in the streets.
"Vila! Vila!"
He looked well-off unlike the others who were dirty and had ragged clothes. The worried face of a child who has lost a family. Watching as the kid walked aimlessly a few men approached him from behind. Kidnappers who take healthy looking kids to sell to whoever they're going to. Before they could I interfered.
"Hey, kid. Kid with the blue shirt!"
They left, unnoticed by the child in front of them. Walking up to the kid he stares in fear of what I wanted.
"Relax, You're looking for someone aren't you? You got taken, didn't they?"
"Yes, my brother" He simply nods.
Looking like he was about to cry at the sight of me I kneeled down for him.
"Let me help you in exchange tell me about this place. My name's Tyler Mazon."
"My name is Kalo."
Making that promise there was only one lead to where this Vila person is. It was those two men who approached Kalo. Having Kalo follow, holding onto my coat we headed towards those two men who were not far yet. Passing through the trading center they had gone into a store, a cheap store that has the sign saying "Cheap scraps for use" a simple advert to bring customers in. Heading into the store I was immediately hit with a metallic smell. The owner of this establishment simply sat behind the desk without looking at us.
"Welcome, bigger scraps are in and smaller scraps are over her." He says in a monotone voice.
The store was full of weird little things like a metal mouse that would easily fit between my fingers or the circular cage with three blades inside.
"Hey owner, do you know the two men that entered here?"
"In the back."
With that direct answer we went on into the back but there was no one there, just heaps of unused metal trash. The back was much more organized as each scrap had its own display stand and shelving. All of it was set in either a vertical or horizontal line. Strangely enough, the smell was no longer there despite how much metal was still all around us. As we head deeper in the smell has gotten stronger and it was more than just scraps, it was blood. Tracks of blood leading to the end of the store. The blood itself looked like it was dripping as it only had the shape of a circle with no spatter in any direction.
Whoever was bleeding stood here for a while and from then on ran around to avoid some kind of danger. The blood is everywhere going in every direction. It was amazing how this person managed to last long without losing consciousness from lack of blood. As I went around looking around there was one spot where it wasn't just a droplet. A dried up pool of blood laid on the ground with a trapdoor next to it.