With caution, I got up off of the rough surface and onto my feet to witness a shocking sight before my eyes. A cobbled, stone floor – with rubbish scattered over it – stretched out as far as I could see. Very few people were in the alleyway and those that were boldly strolling around were very smartly dressed. Despite the flickering lampposts that littered the street, little light coursed through the smog. Misty fog wrapped itself around my body as if it was trying to devour me. Dilapidated, wrecked houses beside the cobbles called out for repair. Some houses were being barricaded by men. The eerie atmosphere hung in the air like a child not wanting to leave its mother. A spine-chilling feeling ran down my body: I felt like I was being followed. Light had been forced out. The ghost-like darkness, which made me feel uneasy, could be seen everywhere. Where was I?