“And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?”

“This goodly frame The Realm, seems to me a sterile promontory”

It's been a long day. The riots have finally been put down, but it's left the city in shambles. Buildings are burned, people are dead. I survey the damage as I walk through the streets, my heart heavy with sadness.

But it's not over yet. There's still more work to be done. The people need to understand that this is their reality now, and there's no going back. They need to see that I'm not afraid to make tough decisions, that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep them safe and secure.

I watch as the last of them run away, then turn and walk back into the building. It's time for me to get back to work.

I watch as the last of them run away, then turn and walk back into the building. It's time for me to get back to work.

Inside, the pressure is mounting. I can feel the heat of the fire on my skin, and the sound of the explosions is ringing in my ears. But I can't let myself be distracted now. There's too much at stake.

I head down into the basement, where the prisoners are being held. I know they're watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake. But I won't give them the satisfaction. I have a job to do, and I'm going to do it regardless of what they think or say about me.

Finally, I reach their cell block. Without hesitation, I open fire on them with my machine gun. It doesn't take long for them all to die screaming like animals in pain. And as their blood stains my hands, I realize that it's still not over yet...