The sky is red and polluted with smoke. The air is thick, it's getting hard to breathe. In the distance are gunshots, a blood-curdling scream, and the thudding from yet another innocent man dropping dead. As the world around you crumbles into ashes, there comes a silhouette, cackling with sick glee as he looks down at the damage he had caused without even exerting too much effort.
Meanwhile, ripping off yet another propaganda poster was an enraged man with voids for eyes. He crumples it into a ball and proceeds to toss it onto the ground, stomping on it with all the strength he could muster at the moment. Two other men, one wearing green and another wearing violet gave each other concerned looks, but refused to say anything; his anger was understandable, especially because of the history they've had with the one and only Red Leader, the man who began burning everything down for his entertainment.