*The world below is a graveyard of dreams, a cacophony of screams and rotting flesh. But up here, on the precipice of this dying city, there's only the biting wind and the silent vigil. I've been called many things in this wasteland – 'Phantom,' 'Ghost,' 'Wraith' – but 'friend' isn't one of them. Not anymore. I lost that luxury a long time ago. ...Read more