Out in the most desolate place on planet Earth, in a valley hidden by glamor, there stands a money tree. Gifted to mankind by the devil himself. This bejeweled, diamond encrusted plant bore leaves of crisp paper bills. At the foot of the tree and also surrounding it was a vast-unending sea of blood. The blood of anyone who sought to pluck from its bounty.
And so it goes like this. A young man boards the midnight train to nowhere. This was, of course, after evading and out-witting a small number of individuals who had the same intentions of finding that very tree mentioned before. It was a contest of sorts. Whomever first found the tree would be awarded everything their materialist heart desired. It was also a war. Every man for himself.
This young man, 27 year-old Edward Pickham, had grown up with stories of this tree spoon fed to him through the course of his entire life. The plant that hung like a trophy in the minds of lost sheep. On this train Edward, only having just started his expedition, now began to doze off. And he dreamed. Except it was a nightmare that foretold his coming death. And he was oblivious to this. So it goes.