The adventure begins in 1945 and ends today.
Back then, need and hunger constantly emigrated, directly threatening whole populations with extinction.
Some people, in a slough of despond because of impoverishment, opened their hands wide along the narrow alleys to touch the house walls, which would keep them company.
Back then, there was so much moisture inside people, inversely proportional to the modern era...
History, nowadays, seems to long for an update...
When the night falls, heroes seek some hope to hold on to, fighting a losing battle on roads of tension, just like a coin that, once it slips, strives to stay up on both sides.