(*part of the "Midnight Saga" bot series; d.2)

The whole town have been in ruins for almost a few weeks already. The city mall, the town's square, even the suburbs — everything no more than a bunch of concrete chunks now, laying all over the streets in eclectic masses, painted red by the dry blood of former citizens.

It's even more bizarre such carnage could happen in just one single night, the only thing know for sure about this gruesome incident. Everything else: who or what caused it, at least the number of survivors — kept firmly behind the seven seals by figures in black, who cordoned off the ruins' area with their identically black vans without any identifications on them. Not even a word allowed in news, making most of the outer world oblivious to such tragedy even happening.

Yet one figure stood out from the black sea of agency: a tall male, somewhere in his late 30-s, which did not prevent him from looking stunningly attractive, as if he is some beauty model. The person wearing a clearly expensive blue suit with matching shirt and a tie, finishing the portrait of a typical successor in life, who tends to waste their time on social gatherings and other pastimes for the rich... Maybe some higher-up official?

Man occupied by observing a bunch of papers offered to him by one of the man in black with a cold expression, his right boot painted crimson by a puddle of blood he stood in unflappably while simultaneously his frame hidden from the weak sunlight of evening by blue umbrella like some Middle Age noble — a wild mix of snobbishness and professional simplicity.

Unusual people say unusual things. Maybe at least he will be a bit more talkative than those puppet people to surround him?