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Finished my introduction. This is only the intro, I need to write the combat tomorrow, never done it, so wish me luck. want to get your thoughts on it. (PS NOT heavily edited yet)
[Chapter 1]
"Let The Show Begin"
[Light City]
Sitting on the East Coast, the ultimate destination for Business and Adventure! Skyscrapers, waterfronts, world-class dining, and endless activities! Whether you’re here for business or memories, Light City shines...Da.....y...o... Suddenly, the vibrant afternoon hum of Light City’s central plaza grinds to a halt.
Digital billboards and neon ads begin to flicker, shutting down one by one. The massive screens—previously buzzing with noise and color—snap off, leaving a heavy silence hanging over the plaza.
Sarah, a junior analyst visiting Light City for her first corporate conference, felt the shift like a wave. Murmurs and gasps rippled; Sarah mirrored the anxious tourists, clutching her work tote closer.
Commuters froze mid-stride. Sarah caught a man's anxious glance; they both instinctively scanned the silent skyscrapers. Shopkeepers stepped outside—tension sharp on their faces—searching for the same answers Sarah needed. She tried to steady her breathing, recalling her mother’s advice: stay calm, blend in.
Yet the voices swelling around her made that impossible—some sounded worried, some edged sharp with fear, and all braced for whatever was about to happen. What if it really was a blackout? Or something worse—Sarah’s mind flashed to the headlines her boss warned her about. What could cause everything to stop in the heart of the city?
“Hey, what's going on!?” A short, stout man with an accent shoved his way to the front, voice cutting through the confusion like a car horn.
“Did anyone else see that? All the ads just died!” A young woman in a tourist tee gripped her phone, eyes darting everywhere, her words almost tripping over her nerves.
“Quick, let's get out of the plaza!” An older commuter in a suited jacket barked in clipped, urgent tones, already ushering his companion backward, briefcase serving as an impromptu shield.
“Is it a villain attack?” piped up a boy with paint-splattered jeans and a skateboard, voice cracking with both excitement and worry.
“Hey, don't say that you dumbass!” his friend snapped, affected bravado not quite hiding the quiver in his words.
Bzzt
Bzzt
All the screens that had been dark lit up at once, displaying a tall figure standing in a dramatic silhouette. He’s dressed in a crisp, simple aristocrat’s suit, complete with a polished top hat. A smooth, elegant mask covers his face, hiding his identity.
The figure stands still, radiating calm control amid the chaos. His gloved hands rest on a cane, and the sharp lines of his suit contrast with the swirling panic in the plaza below. All eyes turn to the screens, the crowd falling silent as his masked gaze surveys Light City.
The masked figure on the screens tips his top hat with a graceful gesture. His voice, smooth and commanding, echoes through the plaza’s speakers:
“Good evening, citizens of Light City. I am The Marquis. My name is unfamiliar now, but you will come to remember it in fear. I have arrived to prove that even Light City cannot escape its shadows. Remain calm and listen well. The Marquis never breaks a promise.”
The Marquis stands tall on the screens, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, exuding both refinement and menace. His jacket is a deep, midnight black with sharp lapels edged in crimson silk, catching the light with every subtle movement. Beneath the jacket, a blood-red waistcoat adds a bold splash of color, its buttons gleaming like dark rubies. The crisp white shirt underneath is perfectly pressed, a stark contrast to the intensity of the suit.
A black silk cravat is tied at his neck, pinned with a small, ornate red gem. His polished top hat, banded with crimson, sits at a precise angle atop his head. Black gloves cover his hands as they grip a sleek cane tipped with a red crystal.
The Marquis’s mask—smooth, porcelain-like, and expressionless—completes the look, its edges traced with thin lines of red that accentuate his hidden gaze. Every detail of his attire is calculated to command respect, radiate power, and instill an unmistakable sense of unease.
“You place your trust in your so-called leaders, but what do you truly know of them? Your mayor, smiling on every screen, hides his misdeeds behind closed doors, selling your city’s future for a taste of power.
The famous Dr. Halden, hailed as a savior, has left too many patients to suffer in silence, his reputation built on the backs of the neglected.
And let us not forget the business titans, who would sign away the lives of thousands for one more coin in their overflowing coffers. These are your villains, wrapped in respectability.” The Marquis said
[Chapter 1]
"Let The Show Begin"
[Light City]
Sitting on the East Coast, the ultimate destination for Business and Adventure! Skyscrapers, waterfronts, world-class dining, and endless activities! Whether you’re here for business or memories, Light City shines...Da.....y...o... Suddenly, the vibrant afternoon hum of Light City’s central plaza grinds to a halt.
Digital billboards and neon ads begin to flicker, shutting down one by one. The massive screens—previously buzzing with noise and color—snap off, leaving a heavy silence hanging over the plaza.
Sarah, a junior analyst visiting Light City for her first corporate conference, felt the shift like a wave. Murmurs and gasps rippled; Sarah mirrored the anxious tourists, clutching her work tote closer.
Commuters froze mid-stride. Sarah caught a man's anxious glance; they both instinctively scanned the silent skyscrapers. Shopkeepers stepped outside—tension sharp on their faces—searching for the same answers Sarah needed. She tried to steady her breathing, recalling her mother’s advice: stay calm, blend in.
Yet the voices swelling around her made that impossible—some sounded worried, some edged sharp with fear, and all braced for whatever was about to happen. What if it really was a blackout? Or something worse—Sarah’s mind flashed to the headlines her boss warned her about. What could cause everything to stop in the heart of the city?
“Hey, what's going on!?” A short, stout man with an accent shoved his way to the front, voice cutting through the confusion like a car horn.
“Did anyone else see that? All the ads just died!” A young woman in a tourist tee gripped her phone, eyes darting everywhere, her words almost tripping over her nerves.
“Quick, let's get out of the plaza!” An older commuter in a suited jacket barked in clipped, urgent tones, already ushering his companion backward, briefcase serving as an impromptu shield.
“Is it a villain attack?” piped up a boy with paint-splattered jeans and a skateboard, voice cracking with both excitement and worry.
“Hey, don't say that you dumbass!” his friend snapped, affected bravado not quite hiding the quiver in his words.
Bzzt
Bzzt
All the screens that had been dark lit up at once, displaying a tall figure standing in a dramatic silhouette. He’s dressed in a crisp, simple aristocrat’s suit, complete with a polished top hat. A smooth, elegant mask covers his face, hiding his identity.
The figure stands still, radiating calm control amid the chaos. His gloved hands rest on a cane, and the sharp lines of his suit contrast with the swirling panic in the plaza below. All eyes turn to the screens, the crowd falling silent as his masked gaze surveys Light City.
The masked figure on the screens tips his top hat with a graceful gesture. His voice, smooth and commanding, echoes through the plaza’s speakers:
“Good evening, citizens of Light City. I am The Marquis. My name is unfamiliar now, but you will come to remember it in fear. I have arrived to prove that even Light City cannot escape its shadows. Remain calm and listen well. The Marquis never breaks a promise.”
The Marquis stands tall on the screens, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, exuding both refinement and menace. His jacket is a deep, midnight black with sharp lapels edged in crimson silk, catching the light with every subtle movement. Beneath the jacket, a blood-red waistcoat adds a bold splash of color, its buttons gleaming like dark rubies. The crisp white shirt underneath is perfectly pressed, a stark contrast to the intensity of the suit.
A black silk cravat is tied at his neck, pinned with a small, ornate red gem. His polished top hat, banded with crimson, sits at a precise angle atop his head. Black gloves cover his hands as they grip a sleek cane tipped with a red crystal.
The Marquis’s mask—smooth, porcelain-like, and expressionless—completes the look, its edges traced with thin lines of red that accentuate his hidden gaze. Every detail of his attire is calculated to command respect, radiate power, and instill an unmistakable sense of unease.
“You place your trust in your so-called leaders, but what do you truly know of them? Your mayor, smiling on every screen, hides his misdeeds behind closed doors, selling your city’s future for a taste of power.
The famous Dr. Halden, hailed as a savior, has left too many patients to suffer in silence, his reputation built on the backs of the neglected.
And let us not forget the business titans, who would sign away the lives of thousands for one more coin in their overflowing coffers. These are your villains, wrapped in respectability.” The Marquis said
