Clover landed amidst a wall of noise that cascaded over and around her like a wave. She fought the urge to block out the sound with her hands. That would be a mistake in a place like this. One that could cost a lot. She let her head settle and her eyes adjust to the dim light that was cast upon the blocks of metal and concrete that presented itself as a city. 

People were screaming and crying, begging for aid. Their clothing in taters their faces in unreadable expressions. She paid them no mind and walked through the wailing. You could not help the beggars here. If you did, one would notice, then the other, and they would all find you, gang up on you, taking away until you are stripped bare.

They press their sad faces against you, pleading for bandages or medicine to wrap up wounds that they done to themselves in order to instigate more pity upon the people that visit the city.Of course you would not have any form of treatment on you, then they demand money. Why do you get to be clean and they don't? What gives you the right? The people who visit fell into two categories. Tourists looking for something new to gawk at, to look for more people to pity, or people like Clover. Those who come to look for information or work. 

In the middle of the city is a giant fat grey metallic pole. It towered over all of the cities buildings. Stuck all over the pole are several flyers, some old, some new. Each sheet of paper in various different colours, asking someone to look for a missing child, a missing dog, a missing cat, a missing necklace, or seeking for information about a certain person, dog, cat or necklace. 

The city used to be prosperous once and the pole in the middle was a remnant of that time. The information pole it was called. But instead of flyers the whole thing would light up with information, detailing the weather, sports and other news of the world. But a event happened centuries ago that the people don't talk about anymore. No one remember. It was rumoured that someone wrote it down, but who could guess where? This event ravaged the country and made it to what it was today. 

Families were separated, lost. The people of the city stuck on pictures of lost family on the pole, asking them to go to whatever location that they would make their new home, and centuries later, once the planet rebuilt and interdimensional travel landed on the planet, this pole was used as a hub for several people, just looking for things. 

They built a long spiral staircase around the pole, so people could stick their information higher and higher. They piled papers on top of papers, until it was the structure that everyone came to know. 

Clover walked through the crowd towards the large pole. She would be here a while. She wanted to scan the documents for missing children. All of the documents. She sighed. This was a stupid idea.  

She was three hours into reading when she heard a voice perk up beside her.

"Hi there ma'am. You seem a little... lost? Maybe? I don't know. Can I help you?"