A cry of seagulls.
A fairly sunny sky.
A clear blue ocean.
A single fortress in the middle.
Once a naval outpost of the British Empire, converted to a prison during the Second World War—it had remained abandoned for decades.
Not anymore.
The words emblazoned on the screen faded away.
It was 8:30 in the evening, and the television was on.
The camera zoomed in, zeroing in on a figure standing in the central courtyard of this historical site.
The man turned his head and waved for the camera.
His face was clearly captured, as well as the body at his feet.
Averie Quinn Auclair.
A very serene intro with cast names began, accompanied only by three piano keys, as the drone camera made its way through the labyrinthine passages of the fort.
The name of the show faded in.
A Deck of Fools.
The piano faded, and so did the title, replaced by another ordinary set of letters.
One day earlier.
