In the desolate winters of the city of Síyáh-Chál, not even the worms of wrath feed from such a cold and empty rock. Therein appears a man who is charged with the task of fixing water leaks from the massive river caves they’re living between. Though industrialized, the city of Síyáh-Chál has yet to sequence its way out of the hellscape it is in. From afar, a light drip is heard ricocheting against a garbage tin. Dawarh-ab, the newly appointed plumber, fixates on the noise and is quick to order a tower crane with a basket. As the tower crane is ordered, he carries himself over to the mrd shaa'eh; there he reads of the news that a gathering of outsiders has been regularly taking place within the central block. No one had ever heard of people who had not been from Síyáh-Chál. This concept of people beyond the chasm with a ceiling so high that no lamp reaches; absolutely baffling. 

Dawarh-ab was distraught at the thought that there was a passage between this world of his and a world beyond. He had called to cancel the crane and made way for the central block. He witnessed a round carriage that had been escorted by two dozen riflemen. It’s said that the carriages are meant for transporting prisoners and high valuables to the chambers of Akka; but it is normally only guarded with four riflemen, and eight when it was especially important. Dawarh-ab didn’t visit the central block often, but he knew that the carriages only head towards the concave of the chasm, but this one seemed to be heading away from it. Dawarh-ab followed the path of the carriage and saw it enter the governing quarters, he quickly looked around and vowed to himself to get into that carriage and enter Akka, the chamber from which no one returns.

As he felt fear rushing into his heart, he felt an innate instinct to head straight into his fear. Two riflemen had been stationed right outside where the carriage was placed. Dawarh-ab positioned himself around the corner to the riflemen and sat behind a garbage can. The ceiling above him started dripping down with an incessant tapping on the lid of the garbage can. The rifleman was alerted so he checked around the corner and walked a few paces to see where the leak was coming from; at this moment Dawarh-ab had panicked and pranced onto the rifleman, proceeding to knock him unconscious. He used the rifleman’s communication device to announce the all-clear. Afterwards he put on his clothes and helmet and walked back to his post where he could hear the tapping of the water slowly become a hum. 

After some time the garage opened to change shifts between the guards and Dawarh-ab had been told to guard the carriage. His partner went to report the change of shifts as a success, at this moment Dawarh-ab had opened the door to the carriage and found it empty. He had never been in a carriage like this before but he noticed a lip over the bottom rim of the seats. He went to investigate it and found that it was a hatch to a compartment under the seats. He entered the compartment and used the comm device to report his whereabouts. He says that he is being held captive and that the intruder is on the roof of the building, then before he completes the call, he fakes a cut to his throat and a cut to the call. He hears the sounds of crazed footsteps.

He then hears the door to the carriage open and it sounds like 8 heavy passengers have boarded the carriage. The man on the seat above him has a tongue he has only heard once before in folktales of fiction books. The man says words Dawarh-ab can isolate but not put together “We… out… merch… dise… conspire… insider… bomb…” And as Dawarh-ab isolates these words he hears the wheels of the carriage splashing and the sounds of showering over the top of the carriage. The carriage stops moving after some time and Dawarh-ab holds tightly to his rifle. He hears the vehicle empty and he tries to get out but it seems as if the weight of ten barrels is on top of the seat. He folds his legs and pushes upward as his compartment floods with water. He escapes  out of the compartment and sees the drowned bodies of the eight men. He swims past them and out the carriage and realizes the carriage is stuck under a boulder. He swims up for what seems to be miles. At last he breathes and finds himself under a massive red overhang and a blinding light with dry air. As he stays afloat, he notices the water levels going down around him. That was when he realized that he had neglected his job and flooded the city of Síyáh-Chál. He loses his orientation as explosions of air rise from under him, he hits his head on a floating leviathan and loses consciousness. 

He wakes up and finds himself in this room that smelled raw and eerily sterile. In front of him was a telecasting device with the faces of each man he saw drowned in the carriage. Next to their faces was this yellow circle with three black sections centralizing themselves within the sigil. His room floods with light as he holds onto the drapes that had been put on him. Within seconds he hears a boom and everything, including him, was blasted back to the wall of the room. He hears the sound of howling throughout the areas around him. Out of the window that was once there he sees a mushroom of smoke. Then, with the blast of an infinity of rifles, he had dissipated into the Síyáh-Chál from whence he came.