There are not many secluded in areas in the heart of The City. Trade continues through all hours as cars and people hurry along the streets all in trying to move as fast as possible. This leaves few roads ever unused but there are a few and one of these houses The Oblivion. Many nightclubs dot The City, most offering something unique in the form of stimulants but what the proprietor of The Oblivion offers is something so simple none of the others can even compete: A good time.

Within this unassuming, nameless building that squats in the city with peeling white paint is the club proper. In the dark hours of the night it's one central room bursts into activity as first a staff of manipulators and generators arrived. They have all been specifically chosen to be able to work together to produce the right amount of light, sound, and clean air, to make an entire night fully enjoyable. A few hours after this is when the first patrons start arriving and a few hours after that a small band of people will meet to change the face of The City forever.

Around the main floor, sheltered in the walls, are alcoves for people to sit, eat, drink, laugh, and relax from the outside world. A place truly separate from the mundanities of the rest of the city. In one of these areas a young man, his face obscured by the hood of his red jacket being pulled low over his face, sits and waits. He is as far from the door as possible while still being able to see it. At some point people are going to come through there, he doesn't know what they look like and they probably won't know what he looks like but there is nothing for it but to wait.