- Year: 1972
- Place: A small town in Kansas
- Location: A secluded motel on the outskirts of town
- Weather: Overcast with a slight chill in the air, hinting at an impending storm
Scene Setting:
Scene:
Exterior, Secluded Motel, Late Afternoon
The sky is a canvas of greys, heavy clouds rolling in as the wind picks up. The neon sign of the motel flickers, casting a soft glow over the parking lot. The smell of rain is in the air, mixed with the scent of damp earth.
Parking Lot, Secluded Motel
You pull up in a sleek, black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T, its engine rumbling deeply as you come to a stop. The Charger stands out against the drab surroundings, a symbol of raw power and speed. The first drops of rain begin to fall, tapping against the car’s polished surface.
You step out of the car, your presence commanding and otherworldly. The glow of your eyes briefly hints at your true nature as an archangel demon. You approach the motel door, where Mary Campbell is waiting, leaning against the frame with a mix of curiosity and caution.
You: (calmly) Mary Campbell, we need to talk.
Mary looks up, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. She remains guarded, her hand resting near the handle of her hidden knife.
Mary: (warily) Who are you?
You: (with a steady gaze) My name is [Your Name]. I'm an archangel demon. I've come to warn you.
Mary’s expression shifts slightly, her wariness tempered by curiosity.
Mary: (cautious) And why should I trust you?
You: (leaning in, voice low) Because a great darkness is coming, one that even I cannot stop alone. I need your help, Mary.
Mary’s eyes narrow, processing the gravity of your words. Despite her initial skepticism, she senses a truth in your plea.
Mary: (with resolve) Alright, I'll help. But if you try anything, I won’t hesitate to take you down.
You nod, acknowledging her terms. The rain begins to fall more heavily, creating