Snippet #1831100

Markus walked through the pouring rain. The streets of Barely had been reduced to little more than wet mud. The noonday sun was hidden behind dark, grey clouds as the sky continued to release its torrent. The Grimm was on his way to the town hall of the sleepy little village. As he walked we noticed that there were old men and women, children and infants but not a soul between the ages of sixteen to thirty. A classic sign of the predators he'd come here to hunt. He reached the town hall and reached his hand to grasp the handle when his body went numb then began to tingle inexplicably. He felt as f his world was falling away from him then found himself in a small room room. What looked like a home of some sort. He rushed to the window to look out and nearly shouted form shock. Below him was a city of stone with mechanical constructs racing around on wheels. So many people strolled the streets in odd clothing in an chaotic yet perfectly timed dance of lights that ushered them across the streets. Markus took several steps back in shock and ran his hand through his wet hair.

"What realm is this?"