Ticket to Freedom
On a cold November evening, is where our story unfolds. In a city as big as Detroit but as small as a common village of gossips, thieves, and whores. It was named Zirchonia, after the fake crystals used in jewelry cases in supermarkets. Growing up, Trinity loved to look at all the pretty rings and dreamed of the day when she could buy one of her own. Only she probably wouldn't stop there since it's been so long since she had something pretty in her possession. Although the name gave the allure of beauty, the physical place was far from anything beautiful. 102
