MadRedX12

(Fade from black to a shot of a bustling city at night. A panning shot shows a massive tower designed like a pair of angel wings in the centre of the city, standing out among the multiple tall buildings. Cut to the highest floor of the building – a lavishly decorated room, with fancy rugs and carpets, sofas, and golden statues and artwork on the walls. The wall opposite the door is a glass wall behind which is a seemingly infinite swirling vortex of black, white and grey, within which is a set of three glowing red eye-like orbs that shift themselves from left to right, looking around the room. Pan to reveal a bald, muscular man in a black suit, talking on a mobile phone to a third party.) MAN Yes. By close of trading on Friday... no, you can't have more time. You know the terms, you know the consequences. (He chuckles. Cut to a view of his face – ugly, with grey eyes that glow slightly, a scar on his lower lip and chin, and a scarification tattoo on his forehead that resembles a

6:30 AM, 12th AUGUST 15 DAYS SINCE THE WAR REACHED POGORON A pale, watery sun gradually rose above the hill that adorned the valley where the mansion was set. The weak, slow rays of light that hailed the arrival of day were barely visible through the layers of grime caking the half-shattered windows of the run-down house. Much more unobstructed light filtered through the holes in the roof and walls of the top floor where Katia could finally see. A gentle breeze flew through the punctures, one that still stung with the faint scent of smoke. Supressing a cough, Katia rubbed her forehead with her fist and focused on the floor beneath her. She was sure that when the mansion had been built and properly maintained, it must’ve been a truly beautiful place to live in. Now it was little more than a ruin. A depressingly ugly ruin. The rickety wooden floors were carpetless and darkened with large patches of damp. Faded wallpaper was peeling from every wall where it had not already simply