White smoke suddenly exploded in the room, not a single thing was visible for it spread quickly. It started to fog up the room as it spread at every corner. The fog's so thick that you won't be able to see your own hands unless you look at them really closely.
The fog clung to his skin like damp wool, a whiff tasting of metal and rot. Somewhere in the gray a heel scraped the floor—one sharp sound that made the whole room feel smaller
Kremidal accidentally huffs a little bit of the gas, suddenly his eyes start to tear up, he begins to cough, as he does so he hears one of them yell "He's there, find him!".
But he realized that doing so will make him inhale more of the gas, so he quickly covers up his mouth with his hands as he remembers, he kicked the door from earlier that had a broken hinge.
The gang looming close is heard by Kremidal, he scuffles around the room with hand on his mouth, occasionally bumping into other gang members in the fog, one spots him as he witnesses that one of them is wearing gas masks, he suddenly hears another gang member suddenly coughing, then another and another; indicating that not all of them are protected. Finally getting a feel of the door - Kremidal with all his might kicked the door with a donkey kick, smashes the door down as it slams creating a loud thump across both rooms
The door gave with a thunderous crack, spilling a pale veil of tainted air into the cleaner lounge. The haze thinned almost instantly, torn apart by the room's stronger ventilation, leaving only a faint acrid sting that clung to the carpet.
One of them shouted "Here! C'mon!"
Followed by loud wheezing and coughing in the foggy room.
He hears heavy footsteps coming towards him to the lounge, he frantically looks around the room to find a hiding spot.
The heavy steps suddenly stopped
Three people slowly entered the lounge as the fog trails behind them, they are wearing gas masks, they look around the lounge as the lights slowly capture the minuscule amount of fog creeping inside the room.
The guy with the leather jacket said "Break everything, look for escape routes"
The girl with orange hair tied in a ponytail with green streaks on the tip "Can we stop the sulfur fog? He might have a better chance of escaping if we keep it on - plus these gas masks smell like wet ass, I think it's even stuck on my skin!"
With a lazy sweep of his palms, the bald man summoned a sudden downdraft. The last threads of sulfur curled towards his fingertips and vanished, leaving the lounge air crisp and empty.
They take off their masks then look around, they walk forward to scour around the lounge and look for him, they split up as they start flipping furniture in the room. The girl tips over the trophy shelf he's not there.
The man with the leather jacket kicks the sofa away, not there either.
The fat man approaches the golden twerking satue contemplating - even hesitating to touch the statue so he looks around him and asks the guy with the leather jacket "err… boss do we really have to break everything?"
His boss looks at him with disgust "Ugh you like that? Throw that shit away!"
The girl even doubled down "yeah who the fuck even bought that? It looks so gross!"
"Aw… damn"
He pulls the statue by the ass as the screws underneath its feet break off - as he just successfully broke off the statue from the floor, Kremidal appears from the fat man's own shadow behind him.
In acute silence, Kremidal grabs him by the head and covers the fat man's mouth.
A loud *crack* was heard behind the girl and jacket man. As they look behind them, they see the fat man's body drop dead, while Kremidal - still butt-booty-naked was standing with his back against them.
"Huh, shame… Didn't even get to know his name, his taste for trash really intrigued me. How about the both of you?"
The girl responded "why should we?"
Kremidal responded "You'll never know if you'll actually win, if not; I can at least write something on your gravestone"
"Ha! Fat chance you old ball sack, as if we -" She was suddenly cut off by the jacket man
"The names Dame, Damian Zambubu"
Kremidal's face lights up as he says "Oh my god now I know why your face looked familiar, Johnny's boy aren't you? CEO of JZ Studios!"
"In the flesh old man, if you ever need a label; just give us a call" then he suddenly rubbed his elbow on the girl
"Boss what the hell?"
"Play along goddamnit"
She stutters nervously "I-I'm - fuck it! just call me Neon"
Dame suddenly yelled "NOW!"
But Neon just looked frantically at the both of them, but then she spots Kremidal's legs already frozen in ice, so she sprints towards him in a blink of an eye, as a trail of fire blazes behind her. Kremidal dodges that in time with his back bent backwards "Oh so you're the fat- I mean the fast one"
Then he breaks off the ice on his legs and trips her, then kicked her chest launching her as she land on the flipped sofa, then suddenly shards of ice traveling with the speed of a bullet shoots towards Kremidal's face, thus he looks at Dame
"What's your name, old man?"
He launches a barrage of ice shards as Kremidal runs to evade, right before he can find cover, Dame cheekily throws a bigger shard towards Kremidal, but this time it travels to the spot where Kremidal is going.
At the right time Kremidal slides down as the ice bullet merely grazes him inches away. As he sets cover behind a flipped table he yells "The name's Kremidal!" then he throws a pitcher of water towards Dame, it splashes from the table to Dame's head, suddenly an arc of lightning flashes from the table to Dame's head thus stunning him the process, this was enough time - so Kremidal, with both legs kicked the table as it gets launched along with Dame then it slams on the wall
Neon zip-zaps around Kremidal as she rapidly throws punches and kicks while leaving a trail of fire behind her as she runs, he simply just pivots his body to dodge every single one of them. Suddenly he catches one of her punches with his bare hands, he laughs deviously while he flashes a shit faced grin "too slow"
He twists her wrist then she wails in pain, deadass gets punched in the mouth. In the split second she gets incapacitated, He punches her in the stomach, then shoe-shines her down with each punch travelling like a bullet, despite the small space between them; her jaw got upperkicked launching her up in the air. He shoe-shined her again in the air, his punches kept switching up to her head and down to her stomach, then back kicks her towards Dame knocking them down like bowling pins.
With their bodies slumped on top of each other, Kremidal puts his hands on his hip and shakes his head with disappointment.
Dame tries to get up as he pushes Neon's body aside, Kremidal notices this and hunches over towards him "C'mon Dame don't keep me waiting I know you can do so much better than that."
Dame freezes his fists creating makeshift ice knuckle dusters.
Kremidal chuckled "Ohohoho! Now we're cooking!"
Dame throws the straight, then a hook, then an uppercut. Kremidal ducks, weaves, and backsteps to dodge while he banters "Come on nepo-baby, lock in for daddy!". Kremidal tries to counter with a roundhouse, but accidentally punches a fragile ice copy - splitting it in half.
Dame, managing to side step right behind Kremidal, turns his icy knuckles into a blade attempting to sever Kremidal's head. In response he ducks down ass to the floor,"watch your step!" and sweeps dame off his legs.
Dame saw this ahead so he freezes his legs down thus stopping Kremidal on his tracks.
In response Kremidal attempts to roundhouse him to the face, so Dame immediately turns the ice into water allowing to move back to a lean back, Kremidal throws a donkey kick but Dame creates an ice copy again leaving it as a decoy as he weaves away from the kicks.
They're both at a farther distance against each other, so Dame throws ice shards once again, they fly in a cone shape, but Kremidal just kicks them to pieces.
As his vision was about to be clear he saw an ice clone of Dame in a kicking motion sliding towards him in breakneck speed and yelled "think fast chucklenuts!", before it was about to hit him, this clone was solid ice so he kicked it with a little more leverage, crushing the ice clone.
As he shattered it, Dame was right behind it. Kremidal spots him holding an ice spear about to pierce him in the stomach.
Within a nick of time pivots to dodge it and whispered "not fast enough!" then grabs it.
Breaking it off, he used the tip of the spear to deal shallow slashes on Dames's body; one in the chest, one in the side of his stomach, and one on his back
Though the cuts were shallow, they started bleeding slowly - running down his skin. Dame began to pant as his breath became more visible as room was getting colder by the second
For Kremidal is the same, his breaths are getting heavier as they stare at each other, Kremidal with a smirk while Dame with visible frustration, they start to speak to each other with heavy breaths
"So kid *pant* I can do this all day *pant* I can even slow it down if you want *pant*"
Dame stretches as the bleeding gets worse "Can it old man! *pant* don't you have your medication *pant* to catch up?"
Kremidal cackles, bending his back backwards while taking deep breaths "Finally! Some banter - this is the kind of professionalism that I've been looking for!"
Dame's face suddenly looked horrified as he realized
"Oh god! You're into this aren't you?
You're not doing this for a vendetta
You're just throwing hands for the love of the game! A freakin' battle junkie!"
He started to strip down his jacket as slashes can be seen, plus the wet blood on the fabric is heavy enough to slow him down.
"Let's cook gramps"
Kremidal smiles ear to ear as he says "I'm done cooking, LET'S EAT!"
Both of them charged at each other; Kremidal threw a kick while Dame threw a punch, both strikes leveraging from the foot, but Dame pivots away from the kick, hitting Kremidal clean on the chin.
He immediately became wobbly as Dame charges ahead against Kremidal throwing an ice clone with a knee hitting Kremidal's chest, as the clone shattered, Dame attacked through with a dropkick slamming Kremidal's back to the wall
As Kremidal's back was against the wall Dame punched him in the gut as it blew out the air outta him.
He punches him again
"Fight back old man!"
And again
"Fight back!"
And again
"C'mon fight back!"
Again and again, he throws a flurry of punches as Kremidal just ate every single one of them.
While this is happening the sound of fists thudding, and ragged breaths was enough for Neon slowly to gains consciousness as she hears the commotion, she witnesses the chaos as she opened her eyes
Dame, already getting tired; pauses to say "Come on! Why aren't you fighting?"
He punches him again
"I thought you liked throwing hands?!"
Punches him again in the nose
"FIGHT BACK GODDAMMIT!"
Dame throws a punch with his back into it, right before the fist could hit Kremidal's face, He saw his expression as if he wantedthat fist to hit his face.
As his fist landed on his nose, Kremidal just stood there with his face down; battered and bruised. He looked towards Dame while the blood started pouring out from his nose… AND LICKS IT
In utter shock, Dame visibly recoils in fear "what the fuck!"
Both of them lock eyes as the only thing seen in Dame's eyes was fear and Kremidal's: lust
"You're strong" in a millisecond he grabs Dame's face and slams him to a wall, chunks of drywall flew aside as dust from the ceiling fell down
He whispered to his ear really close "But not strong enough!"
Immediately he elbows the back of Dame's neck, making his whole body bounce off the wall, then his liver gets kicked from behind, breaking some ribs along the way.
Kremidal turned Dame's body towards him, grabbing his shoulders as he was about to deliver a headbutt.
Before he could land it, Neon socks Kremidal's jaw with an uppercut thus letting Dame go, though because of how nasty the hits he just took, he got slumped on the carpet with blood and saliva pouring out on the orifices on his face.
Kremidal slouches down then flexes his whole body as he looks at Neon "Tsk, two against one? That's a little bit unfair don't you think?"
"This'll be enough old man"
"I was saying this is unfair for the both of you"
Neon zaps back far from Kremidal, then sprints towards him to deliver a punch. He tried to snap back, but she quickly ran back and sprinted towards him again to deliver a kick, the zip-zaps around the room while streaks of flame on the carpet can be seen. With each back and forth, each strike being precise.
Gets struck in the stomach, he swings and misses as she runs away
Gets his shins kicked, a swing and a miss again as she skedaddles
Gets elbowed at the back; tries a back kick and misses as she did a quick sidestep and back.
In a split second: she ran back towards Kremidal to strike again, but he was faster - a brief flash of lightning, she got herself caught via choke by Kremidal's hand. Lifting her with one hand as she grips it tight, prying his grasp open.
With stolen breaths Neon said "Why… are you holding back!?"
He says this condescendingly "alright, I'll comply" then choke slams her to the ground! Floor boards under the carpet sprung up piercing through the carpet.
With Kremidal's grasp still squeezing her neck, she starts to slowly turn blue as blood circulation has been cut, her saliva drooling to the side of her mouth, and eyes turning red in tears as both of his hands get even tighter on her neck
"I'll make this quick for you then" Lightning from his body starts to discharge towards Neon's body, she starts to wail in pain
Suddenly a spear came flying towards him, He catches it with his right hand.
Coming from above, Dame holding a massive mallet on his shoulder swings toward Kremidal, launching him to the side.
Neon lets out a loud huff grasping for air, while her face slowly turns back to normal.
"Neon you alright?" He said as he helps her lift herself by lifting her from the arms
The three of them get into a stand off as the lounge walls began to crystallize in ice, Neon spikes her shoes as sparks of green, orange and purple flames.
Kremidal puts his hand on his back and his other raises towards them, taunting them to come towards him.
In blazing speed Neon rushes towards Kremidal's back
Dame summons ice statues that are clear as glass, tens of them surround the room refracting their reflections behind the statues.
The both of them strike from different sides, Neon was easier seen than Dame as her fire trail easily gives her away. Dame however was poking Kremidal with ice cuts
He blocks a slash from Dame, parries a kick by neon
Dame slashes sideways, Kremidal weaves under it; almost nicking Neon on the chest
Neon smashes down an axe kick, Kremidal grabs it early and punches her gut
Dame slashes and ice sword towards the old man, Kremidal just jumps over the blade and kicks Dame on the face
He kicks the blade in half, slashing Neon's stomach leaving shallow cuts
While Dame is still staggered, Kremidal swept Neon's legs down and slams his knee on her stomach
Behind Kremidal, Dame was about to slam Kremidal with an ice claymore
Before he could, Kremidal stabbed him with his very own broken ice blade right on the jaw as it pierced all the way the top of his head, and his face slowly slides down as a streak of blood run down from the tip of the blade
He stood up using his knee on Neon's stomach as leverage, she wailed while he was standing up, she lays down on the floor curled up holding her stomach
He went over Dame's lifeless body, took his clothes and wore them, luckily his shirt was black which made the blood hard to see, though there were a few slashes letting the air in, the pants however were in rough shape; he wore it anyway - then he saw his jacket. As soon as he wore it he noticed something stiff inside one of the breast pockets.
It's a wallet, but inside a wallet there was a card
He looked around in the studio and saw the whole sound system setup
Suddenly Kremidal grabbed Neon's hair and pulled it upwards forcing her to stand up as she groaned in pain, He looked at her very closely.
"Please turn on the broadcast for me"
You may notice that this studio plays music for multi-award winning artist, naturally this is a popular channel in the cyberspace
In the studio Neon prepares as she starts every form of broadcast, the cameras, the computer, microphone, mixer, speakers, and stream deck.
On the monitor: it displayed the radio, the tv and their stream - their stream is even displayed on a phone vertically, though it was still on the waiting animation looping on all of the screens
"Is it all ready?"
Neon looks at the set up with a soulless look
"Oi, is it all ready!?"
"Er- y-yes sir!" She frantically starts the stream and angles all cameras towards him, as he sits in the middle of the podcast table with mic near his face
Meanwhile at Crowe's apartment, the radio is playing a bit of pop music as it fades coming to a close as it says
"Good evening Boom Fam! It is now 6:23pm. That time check was brought to you by SuperBets! Bet on your favorite sports teams whether it be basketball, football, or any teamsport is widely available! Now back to the music~ *starts playing Taylor Swift*"
She's sewing what seemed to be one of her formal jackets, though she's wearing a tank top and booty shorts. The sewing machine rattles as she presses on the paddle, she seemed to be enjoying the music but suddenly it turned static then immediately cuts off the music
"Good evening Boom Fam or JZ gang for that matter, we are the Eyes of Charlotte"
Suddenly the voice and accent of the DJ, it became a lot more like a robotic man - this was enough to immediately make Crowe takes notice
"We are here today for the recent events of the Golden Palace Casino, violence sprung out of greed and envy, for the chaos has even caught the lives of innocents that had nothing to do with gambling but simply staying there"
Crowe immediately stopped sewing and shifts her focus towards the radio
"You may also wonder why we are here, it's simple: to send a message. The inciting of violence weather it may be for a purpose or none will not be tolerated, we will act accordingly with endless countermeasures to suppress such actions"
Meanwhile at a hotel, Zephyr is in a bubbling jacuzzi drinking some canned beer while there's some cigar in his hand. Alongside him are some other guys bathing the same pool. Condenser mics right beside them as they continue to speak the mic pick it up despite the distance one of the says
"Dude- like you know how women are- women belong in the kitchen"
"Yeah dude, they're gay as fuck! All they do is complain and do trivial shit"
Then Zephyr doubles down with a "And then they wonder why they're wages are lower than ours"
Then they cackled really loud, leaving splashes on the jacuzzi with even some of the splashes reaching the microphones. Some of the staff looked concerned, but in the set up was a monitor that faced towards them - showing the stream layout, but then suddenly the stream started lagging then began to show the loading icon
The guy in the back managing the stream shouts "Err… Boys?"
They just kept cackling while splashing the water on the sound equipment
"BOYS!"
One of them scoffs "See dudes? This is why we have podcasts like-"
"Argh! LOOK AT THE GODDAMN STREAM!"
They looked at the monitor and they noticed, not a single border, not even split screens on the stream, just a man in all back, with the only thing you see are his eyes; looking as if it's piercing through their souls.
Realizing that the livestream's been hijacked the staff scrambled aroun to check up why this is going on, while the other podcasters got out of the pool to try to help, Zephyr stayed looking at the screen - knowing exactly who's talking
"These violent actions incited by the staff of the Boom Radio, or you may know them as the Trap gang"
Suddenly the staff of the podcast caught wind of this and listened carefully
"You may know them from a couple incidents, the South Meridian Bank Hostage situation, the bombing of Rainbow Run Marathon, the assassination of our late Governor Vincent Venice, and many more… Thus angering the Eyes.
For we do not forget, we do not forgive
But who are 'we' you ask?"
Priests, Nuns, Servants and other members of Kremidal's church watch the news that they're watching on TV, they hang up their robes and uniforms for some of them have lives outside the church while others stay within the rooms under the building. While they were watching, most of them were about to leave, but as the TV's signal turned static, the new that they were watching turn into a cryptic Public Announcement; it was the same image of the blacked out silhouette of a man with only the eyes visible, as a robotic voice can be heard
Confusion spread around the Church officials changing rooms as they gather around the TV to get a better look
"Is this a part of the news?"
"What's going on?!"
"Who's that scary figure?"
They repeatedly question what's going on as they gather to peer at the screen, visible looks of concern draws on their face as he kept speaking
"You may be wondering who we are. Your rowdy teacher, your picky boss, a parent juggling house chores, overworked slave, clueless students, honest politicians, the law, tireless beast hunters, engineers, scientists, middlemen, backliners, retards, kids, adults, elderly, rich, poor, and maybe even the cashier that you had a crush on because they grazed your hand after making payment
We surround you, even if you think you're truly alone, we see every nook and cranny of this city,"
The headmistress of Lady Augusta School of Welfare (LASW) was sitting on her chair like a dried up vegetable, staring at the screen as her eyes quiver, the buzzing of the screen fills the empty room. Her nails tap the mahogany armrests while the machines behind her continue to beep to sustain her life.
While in Clarice's room, She's holding chopsticks as wet instant noodles dangle closely from the tip and in her mouth, she stopped eating as soon as she watched this announcement unfold on the CRT TV that the twins share, though she is only by herself in the comfort of her bed. Screen seemed to be the only course of light, she swallowed down the noodles while the announcement continued.
"Our reach is not limited to Cydonia, but all over the world. Like the internet, information in our organization travels in the speed of light, but unlike the internet; actions travel faster than light
Any act of unlawful violence, mistreating innocent people, or even biting the hand that feeds you
We will act accordingly
We do not forgive
We do not forget
We are the eyes
We see all"
The TV on the clinic was streaming an anime about… making shoes? As it hammers down the lasting nails, then Claire says "Poppy this is boring as hell, can we change the channel?!"
Sitting next to her by the bed, Poppy shuts her mouth with her hand "Shhhhh! We're getting to the good part!"
Suddenly the ginormous smart TV started loading, then it glitched out as it started streaming the cryptic announcement that's been plaguing most of the people's screens
"Good evening Boom Fam or JZ gang for that matter, we are the Eyes of Charlotte"
The both of them stared in shock, they glanced at each other in confusion, then Poppy says "Gimme the remote"
She pressed the back button, the tv did respond to change back to the menu. "It's not working!" she says this as she tries every button in the remote outside the power button. But then she hears something the announcement mentions the word 'Gang'
"Ah
So he really did kick the hornet's nest huh?"
Claire sat up from the bed taking the blankets off "What do you mean hornet's nest? What are you talking about? Just turn the TV on and off again!"
"You don't get it do you?
This city is mad, everyone that's good will always turn mad
When you buy groceries, burning a pack, or just eating out for lunch
You run the risk of getting shot by an ignorant gangbanger or get shanked by a bystanding junkie.
They will accuse you of seething you didn't do but kill you regardless
They don't call Cydonia as Sin City for nothing you know"
Poppy clenches her fist on the bend gripping on the sheets tighter, Claire sees this while her face turns to visible concern.
She lays her hand on Poppy's knuckles as she feels the cold sweat on her hand.
Poppy felt the warmth and looks at Claire while she says "You don't have to think about that, we're safe here in the clinic"
Her worried look turned into a tender smile, then she lay back down on the bed beside Claire. "I really wish you'd stay"
"What?" Claire said in confusion
"I said your tube is leaking from the back of your hand" she panics after that because the blood began to stain the bed - they call for medical assistance
In Crowe's apartment, the radio station suddenly stopped the announcement, it didn't even play the song back. It was dead static, she skipped over the garments she was sewing. Immediately grabbing her phone, but then she notices the calling card poking out of her jacket pocket hanging on the coat hanger.
She grabs it as she sees contents of the card
Eyes of Charlotte
Service & Contracts
Kremidal Swanson 777-1325
Suddenly her phone pinged, it was an unknown number as in the notifications bubble read
"Check the AM radio"
She hastily grabs the radio and switches to AM, after pressing the button a signal was found, the speech was crisp and clear as it says
"Breaking news! A terrorist attack has occurred in the Boom Radio Building, it is estimated to have hundreds of victims that have been affected inside the building, an hour before the report states that multiple rapid fire gunshots were heard within the building!
Some witnesses described: the gunshots were almost muffled by the intense rain, lightning strikes have been reported hitting the radio tower over the building.
One of these key witnesses is the pilot of the rain planes
"Me and the crew agreed that it was supposed to be just a thirty minute drizzle. But after fifteen minutes the rain began to pour aggressively!"
One of the reporters shoved the mic up to his face "Sir how can you be so sure that you are not the culprit of this?"
"Right here in the permit! It says here only 20,000 gallons of water was sent to us, and here it says the rain should last for 30 minutes - that rain lasted for two and a half hours! Don't you dare discredit us in our line of work!"
Then suddenly every other journalist shoved their mic to the pilot. All the while the news station went back to the main reporter
"Pamella, is there any other info we should know?"
"For now Tom it seems a lot of people are emerging from the fire exits, rescue teams right now have just been discovering the insides of the building, looking for potential casualties"
Crowe still on the phone: dials down the number Kremidal gave. Giving it a call she gets a voice mail notice
"Hellur this is Father Swanson, for any inquiries within the church please meet me in the Pontiff's Office, for concerns outside the church please leave a message after the beep"
*beep
Crowe stuck her phone closer to her mouth
"Kremidal, if you're listening; meet me at the-"
Meanwhile at the hotel, Zephyr and his buddies got themselves dressed to wrap up the stream early. They were in the changing room; the two of them were bathing, while Zephyr was waiting for them to finish while only wearing a towel.
While doomscrolling he catches a glimpse of a dead body in his timeline, all bloody on the clothes while he spots a carpet of bullet shells on the floor over the body
Two of his buddies walk out from the bathroom as he calls the both of them "Uhhh… guys you might wanna get a look at this"
He shows a video from a rescue unit; in the video they show a headless bloody corpse near the doorway as they can hear the rescuers say "dear god almighty" with a shaky voice they witness a grotesque image, later down the video when they've arrived at the office, a mixture of water and blood flooding on the carpet as every step on their safety shoes leaves a plopping sound, as they approach near the door way they could see a bundle of corpses, all mangled as empty bullet shells scatter around them, but no bullet holes on their skin.
As the video continues, one of the boys' face turned pale and the other said with a nervous tone "oh fuck I think I'm gonna hurl" as they proceeded to rush into the bathroom.
During all this, Clarice still on her bed watching the news; the tv still remained as a light for the whole room, along the way the news exclaimed
"This just in, a terrorist attack in the Boom Radio Tower turns out to be a massive event, as piles of mangled bodies block doorways nearing the top. Rescuers are currently on duty as we speak. The number of bodies that have been found so far are about 36 and counting, investigators say that they are still digging inside the pile, as they have barely even reached the top of the tower where the loudest commotions have rumored to be heard
Some speculation says that this is the so-called "Eyes of Charlotte" behind this as shortly after the event occurred, a mysterious individual hijacked not just on TV or Radio, but to online streaming as well. With visual fidelity being crystal clear, some online investigators speculate that it might be AI generated, AI or not this is still a grievously tragic incident"
Suddenly another source of light flashed against Clarice's face, while the door opened to reveal two figures standing against the light, as they were standing at the doorway - their faces were unseen.
Meanwhile at the radio tower, Neon looks at Kremidal sitting in the middle of the podcast table. He stands up to look at neon, while his mask was still on
As he stood, she shuddered fearing what he would do to her next. But this went on for a solid minute, thus nothing happened
Kremidal walks toward an open window, then walks towards the edge like walking down a staircase. Neon was in utter shock, but due to exhaustion she broke down and waned, while the blood on her nose still dripped down to her lips. She hears people walking towards the studio, thus she hides under the table over the mixer.
In the middle of an alleyway near the crowd of policemen, their cars flashing red and blue light as the damp cold street seems to stain their boots.
A figure peers in the shadows, as their red lenses faintly glow in the dark
"So it begins"