Prologue

I live behind the black rock. I have to deal with the harsh sunset of the real sun. No black sunset for me. The real sunset of Terron is hotter than you'd think. Forget sunblock at midday, use it at sundown, we use to say.

This neighborhood... You shouldn't live here. I wish I didn't. But I can't move. I'm stuck, just like every other poor denizen of Aurora. It wouldn't have been so hard if not for the experiments. Half of this neighborhood is... what ignorant people call mutants. My first neighbor has acquired a disease that makes his skin look and feel like crocodillskin. My second neighbor lost his vision a year ago, and instead developed hypersensitive hearing. In the next building, I hear, live a boy and a girl that on certain times turn to feline and canine.

I haven't gotten any mutation. I've been smart. I stayed out of that shit when the professors of this and that and scientists and all started advertising for subjects for the experiments. I knew bad stuff would happen. Some people come up to me and praise me for my foresight, but most don't. I don't blame them. Just because I managed to stay away from that, doesn't mean I'm a good person.

But this is the only way I can manage here... I had this business long before the experiments. People always looked down on me. Well, most people look down on me. Young fellows with their brains full of teenage hormones look up to me. It's because of my pretty angels. My angels scour the streets at evening and night, in search of rich patrons. They fulfill their dirty kinks, be they boy or girl, man or woman, and come back to me with their pockets full of IP chips. I take seventy percent. I think it's quite fair, since I feed my angels and give them room if they don't have any.

I'm not good. I know I'm not. But this is absolutely not about me. This is about the black rock, the one known as Black Sunset.

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