Her Excellency, The Minister of "Peace" — so much for peace, from the one that oversees war and destruction. Oceania's darkness is as dark as her crooked actions. Brainwashed, nothing but a puppet of Big Brother.

June 10, 1984. Airstrip One, London. — Minister Mathilde sat on her desk in her office, her right hand cupping a glass of red wine while her obsidian eyes loomed over the large window behind her desk. Where outside, the large, dark flag of IngSoc presides over London.

Her thoughts were interrupted, by the sound of knocking from behind her mahogany door. She glanced back to look at the door. Still devoid of emotion, she says—

"Come inside."