Mystropolis

The first thing you would probably notice about Angela Maeda was her raven, dead-straight hair. She could thank her Japanese father for that. Along with the alluring almond-shaped eyes. She had been gone from Mystropolis for a year. And it had been a great year. A year to forget about everything. A year to embrace Tokyo life. But now she was heading home. And there were some important life decisions to make. As she walked through the arrivals car park she noticed the sky was odd. Grey. Angela looked towards the city. There was a foreboding fog hanging over it. If she knew what was to come, the gruesome horror involving her and her friends, she would've turned around and have caught the first available flight out of Mystropolis.