It was a lonely night, with the flickering rays of moonlight managing to break through the dark clouds for a few seconds, providing faint illumination to the earth below.
But it wasn't just any earth, but a vast range of land, with broken weapons lying over the ground.
There were countless gun barrels, their ends pushing out of the ground like nails, the heavy tires of tanks upside down across the land, and bullets decorated the ground, acting as replacements for stones in the dusty grey world.
A forsaken battlefield where even nature was reluctant to claim.
At the center of it all, a single building was built, with the flickering moonlight shining on it from above.
TAP!
TAP!
TAP!
The sound of fingers tapping against glass echoed through the rooftop of the building.
The air above whooshed crazily, with dark, scraggly hair flying around the single seat where a figure sat:
The figure of a man with a blindfold over his face.
