In what appears to be a perfect city from the outside, or the tall white towers looming above, lurks filth and the victims of poverty, rape, and murder. Above it all are the elites, completely untouched or unconcerned with the suffering of their fellows in "harmony".

This is an experimental piece I'm working on. If it receives enough attention, I'll write more. This story is, of course, inspired by American Psycho written by Bret Easton Ellis. I may add more tags later, depending on where the story goes. Critiques are welcome, as are suggestions.