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There is a room full of Agents, awash in blood and shit and light.
They carry themselves with pride and purpose, and strength of meat-eating beasts is carried in their arms. They know how to live and how to make death. You were one of them in the past, in a time before yesterday, before that something happened to you. But even now, past your peak, you still retain the training of an Agent.
Competence is scarce in this economy, you know :)
Outside the window, a deep red glow of hateful light falls upon the City. A great star of the earth, A REALLY RED DAY, has already begun its ascent to the top of the sky. Slowly, inexorably, it inches towards the apex.
And when it does, the people will be trapped in the world, playing out their fears, their angers, their passions, their deepest and heartfelt desires. In the ensuing chaos, the corporations will rally their forces and fight to remake the fallen world in their image, one Mission at a time. The sun also rises and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it rises.
And beyond all this...
The monsters are already here. The monsters are always returning.
There's always <span class="mu-i">something</span> pressing against the boundaries, probing for places where the skin is weak enough, thin enough, that they can break through. Blood can be a door after all.
And here you are, in the grand scheme of things, in the middle of it all.
On the verge of yet another nervous breakdown.
Sobbing into your tie like the detached fucked up loser you are.
