Kro awoke on the balcony. The pain in his chest and leg was intense, so he moaned as he dragged himself inside. He pulled himself up onto the sofa, and looked at his leg. It seemed that sleeping where he did had caused some implications. The same for his chest, no doubt. Clothes he wore were stained black, like spilt ink. Ink of corrupt origin.
He sighed to himself.
"I bleed it out... Digging deeper... Just to throw it away.."
Meanwhile, elsewhere, a darkened heart tears another soul in two, with torrents of lead and lashings of claws.
"Heheheh... You are free..."
High up, above the complex. A bird like friend sits, watching.
"Huh... So the sun hasn't faded. Its been some time, hasnt it?"