There are no words or combination of words that could be used to describe the sheer size of this megalopolis.

Even when standing at the peak of the highest tower, at over 5 km in height, there was no end to this dystopian cityscape. At this height, only the "border" that separates each district might be distinguishable.

If viewed high enough in an aerial vehicle, the supercity is structured in the shape of a set of single quotation marks, with one of the pairs flipped vertically. A river winds in between and through the entirety of the two halves from the far north to the south.

In the past, the megalopolis was governed as a whole. But, due to the results of a conflict. The mega-city was then faced with unexpected new growth at an unprecedented rate. This led to the decision to further divide and restructure known as districts.

Each of these districts may carry its own distinctive culture, governing system, social norm, to even its own unique biome. However, the prosperity and lives of the residents are still governed by only one thing.

The push for content creation.

This is the place where a particular story began.

In a place where a conglomerate had once again become much too powerful and had undesirable plans for the unknowing residents.

And in a place, where the residents themselves are unaware that this zone was just one of many smaller pockets, in a much larger universe of many existences.