Cruelest April nights fade slowly in this broken kingdom of lights. It shines to the heavens in the dark. But this place is far from heaven. Its denizens are not angels, not even close. This city is home to the homeless. It is sanctuary for the outcasts. It is a bed for the prostitutes. But it could not be owned, and it could never be tamed. No, it was the possessor. This city would bring people under its control. On cruelest April nights, the people would realize this all, and do nothing. They were in a Wasteland, and couldn't escape.