Two thirds of the surface is inhabitable. Cities sprawl deep into the mountains, caverns, tunnels and mines in hive-cities.

The rich replace their faulty bodies with metal and plastic, those working the mines beneath choke and die in the same contaminated air that has haunted three generations of their predecessors now.

In one such city, in one such mine, a lonely girl chips away at the walls just like any other day. Little did she know, that toxic prison was not as bad as whatever laid in sleep deep below the earth.