There was an old skyscraper built back in the Post-Global era of the 2100s. It loomed tall over the city where most others had already come crashing down due to acts of open anarchy, gang violence, or just general disrepair. The elevators were long since out of service and the stairs to the top were patchy; the best way up was the fire escape.
The edifice itself was as menacing and eerie as its appearance. It served as a well-known landmark, avoided by most when possible. Shady drug-deals (or worse) happened in its shadows as it blocked out the sun most days after 2pm or so. Most people would tell you that their friend's sister's ex-boyfriend had scaled the ruins on a dare once, never to be seen again.
On this particular foggy day, a few citizens could be seen scaling the fire escape with a sense of haste.
Thunk thunk thunk, thunk thunk thunk, thunk thunk thunk.
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On top of Spear Tower, Baezu sat with her legs dangling over the west side and stared into the setting sun. Her bright hair flashed and she took a deep breath upon hearing the rattle from the fire escape behind her.
"Hello Baezu. Care to explain why you are hiding away where no one is likely to find you?"
"So you found me, good job. What do you want?"
"We want a confession."
"You'll be waiting a while", Baezu turned and stood up.
"Oh I don't think we will..." BLAM! A gunshot rang out and Baezu, struggled not to fall into the foggy abyss below.
"Microcompressed Aluminum Vest. Flashy."
"Not just any vest, this one was remade from THE Chinese bomber that crashed into the bay 6 years ago."
"Who FUCKING cares? You are paying for your crimes right now, just add looting or treason to the list."
The angry group began drawing various blunt weapons and switchblades.
Baezu smirked. She knew she had the advantage with the sun behind her.
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Baezu
was a
lynched Day 3.
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