I hear you calling in the dead of night

Grey. Everything was a dark, colourless, grey. Like ashes, like something dead. The city rose up around you, the tall, ashen buildings castings shadows to block out the light. You were sinking deeper into the darkness, surrounded by people who inflicted pain on you in the name of family, in the name of Black. You raised your head. You may have been weak, but you weren't broken.