ARC 1 — The Index Initiation
(Episode 1: Zero Division Awakens — Scene 1/5)Darkness.
Nothing but a swallowing, endless black.
A faint shimmer breaks through — a dying glow from a half-buried field radio, cracked and dust-coated. Static spits once… twice… then the frequency snaps into life.
Radio (Voice 1): ENEMY—NORTH EAST—TAKING HEAVY FIR—
The signal fractures.
A harsh click. A new frequency bleeds in through the noise.
Radio (Voice 2): A-10 strike inbound. Stand clear. ETA—thirty seconds.
Another crackle.
Then chaos floods the channel.
Gunfire. Explosions rattling the dust. Boots slamming across broken ground.
Men shouting orders nobody can fully make out — panic drowning clarity, noise eating meaning.
But through the distortion…through the gunfire…one voice cuts through everything.
Calm. Controlled. Absolute authority.
A voice you remember.
Radio (Unknown Commander): Grid 1—multiple contacts. Count six.Grid 7—Abraham spotted, count one.Grid 8—sniper on the eastern ridge.
Move and neutralize the threat.
The radio hisses, its light flickering like a pulse on its last breath.
Morning Static The flash snaps back to reality.
The room sits half-lit, morning sunlight creeping through torn blinds in thin gold slices. Clothes are scattered across the floor; a few shirts hang dangerously from wall hooks, swaying like they barely survived last night.
Ren stirs, face buried in a pillow, and blindly reaches for the cluttered counter beside the bed. His fingers eventually close around his phone.
The screen lights up, washing over his tired face — 8:32 AM, a stack of message notifications crowding the bottom.
Ren: ughhhhhh… I don't wanna get up…
Before he can sink back into the sheets, a loud bang rattles the door.
Yoru — childhood friend, human alarm clock — bursts in without hesitation.
Yoru: good thing I came! Something told me you'd slack off. Come onnnnn, get ready! Today's the big day!
Ren: (groaning) five more minuuuuutes…
Yoru: no, come on — the ceremony is today, and I want you to be there. Please, Ren.
Ren: this is the lowest school known to man. why do you wanna go so damn bad?
Yoru: with your skills, you can change that.
Ren: no way you think my skills alone are enough.
Yoru: you're right. I don't think — I know. Now get up.
Ren: come onnnnn, Yoru… please give me mor—
A pillow slams into his face — then another, then another. Yoru keeps swinging with relentless, sleepy fury.
Yoru: (huffing) get… up…
Ren: there's no winning with you.
Yoru: glad you know.
—Outside
The Walk to Ceremony
Yoru and Ren walk side by side, Ren constantly fiddling with the stiff collar of his new uniform.
Yoru: I'm actually really happy you chose my school. I thought for sure you'd deny it since our record is… y'know… not so good.
Ren: I thought so too. But… I couldn't leave my world behind.
Yoru: (gently punches his arm) quit it with your friendly flirting.
Ren laughs under his breath as they continue through the waking town. Cars roll by. Residents sweep their driveways, others sit on porches flipping through magazines.
The wind moves softly, carrying the warmth of a sun just emerging from behind a cloud — light spilling across the rooftops like the day's first breath.
Life here is simple, but good. A common town for common people.
As they round the final corner, the town opens up into a broad campus plaza. A massive school rises ahead — tall brick walls, steel-framed windows, and banners hanging from every post like they're trying hard to look prestigious.
Most of them blend together… except one.
A single banner catches Ren's eye, fluttering high above the gate with a bold emblem stitched across the center.
Silver Point Raiders.
The name hits him harder than he expects — something about it standing out, pulling at him for reasons he can't quite place.
Ren: I didn't expect the school to be soooo out going
Yoru: well gotta stick out some way some how I guess
Ren: stick out to lose it's stupid
Yoru: well you will be our guide to fix that ok
Ren: I'll try
Yoru: now come on the ceremony is gonna start soon
Ren (sighs): right behind you
In the cafeteria the ceremony On the stage a Sargent steps up his uniform carrying vast amount of Medals and ribbons
With a slight raise in her voice the entire cafeteria falls silent her voice loud and commanding
Sargent Macarey: my name is Sargent Macarey and you'll refer to me as Sargent today you are all now cadets and will be only known as cadets you must prove yourself to be seen anything more
The cafeteria erupts in small conversations
Ren: seem like our Sargent is a little spicy
Yoru gently nudges him
Sargent Macarey shouts out once again everyone shuts up some people jumping
Sargent Macarey speaks again
Sargent Macarey: this is your problem now you talk to much this school is one of the lowest preforming rotc raider school in the entire world meaning you'll have to work HARDER than anyone else (she clicks a remote device)
On the click a giant screen flickers behind her displaying ranking and other important information
Sargent Macarey: first thing first school ranking take a good long look
The screen projection
Rotc School TiersTier S — Prime Division
Elite military academies. Produce national champions.
Tier A — Vanguard Division
High-performing schools with consistent results.
Tier B — Standard Division
Average schools with strong individual talents.
Tier C — shielded Division
Underfunded, rising, or recovering schools.
Tier D — Shadow Division
Unknown, unranked, or nearly disbanded schools.
Sargent Macarey: we currently hang at the shadow division (her voice now soft and low) Im order to be better you must work harder than the rest silver point raiders will one day climb the ranks and when your at the very bottom you have no other choice but to go up
The ceremony carries out with Sargent Mercaery getting the new cadets ready to embark on their ROTC journey
The school hall
Both Yoru and ren walks side by side through the pearly school halls ren looking exhausted Yoru takes notice trying to spark a convo
Yoru: that was something huh?
Ren: yeah and all that informationnnnnn not even the tip of the iceberg we still have to get our assessments and rank from our Classes and then our branch we want to focus on then our index abilities then the taught on how the simulation works there so muchhhhhh
Yoru: can't argue with you their
Ren: at least we have the same classes
Yoru: about thaaaaat
Ren stops in his tracks looking at Yoru
Ren: (sighs) great now my friend is leaving me what is it now
Yoru finally stops turning back slowly
Yoru: Im not leaving you Im just informing so you don't get your hopes up for our branches since Im joining the Air Force my last period won't be the Same as yours since your doing the army
Ren: oh so thats why don't have a last period yet?
Yoru: mhm
The intercom buzzes sharply through the halls, snapping every cadet's attention into place.
A female commander's voice cuts through — calm, precise, and impossible to ignore.
Intercom: all students, please direct yourselves to the east side of the school for your Index evaluation. you have exactly five minutes to arrive — or you'll receive an extra mile for PT. please and thank you.
The speaker clicks off.
A heavy silence follows… then movement explodes through the hall.
Yoru: well… time for your favorite part.
Ren: this is my least favorite part. I always feel like I'm gonna get something bad.
Yoru starts walking ahead, lifting a hand and waving him forward.mi
Ren hesitates.
He takes a slow breath — steadying himself — then follows her toward the east wing.
Toward evaluation.
Toward answers.
Scene Shift: Index Evaluation (Episode 1 — Scene 2/5)Project Room — 7:49 A.M
The project room is packed wall to wall — cadets pressed shoulder to shoulder, voices overlapping, commanders shouting orders over the noise.
Ren weaves through the chaos, boots echoing against polished floors as announcements boom from every corner — each one declaring another cadet's Index power.
Ren (thinking): dammit… I lost Yoru. where the hell could she have gone?
He slows near an Index evaluation machine — lights pulsing as it scans the cadet standing at its center.
Scientist: index evaluation complete. Dead Eye. every time it's activated, you can see enemies through walls within a five-mile radius for thirty seconds.
A low murmur ripples through the nearby cadets.
Ren (mumbling): holy shit… that's powerful.(he cracks his knuckles)I hope I get something like that. I don't wanna be a burden.
Ren slips between bodies, cutting corners, searching for Yoru — until he collides with someone solid.
Voice: ouch—
Ren: I'm terribly sorry, I didn't see you there.
Voice: it's fine. what's your name?
Ren: ren… Ren Sato. and yours?
Voice: Sky… I don't have a last name.
Ren: nice to meet you, Sky. did you do your evaluation yet?
Sky: no… did you?
Ren: no.(he glances around the room)I was actually looking for a friend.
Sky: well, since I'm here… you might as well knock it out of the way. after the evaluation, I heard you get your class schedule.
Ren: yeah…(quietly) might as well.
Scientist: hey — you. come here.
Sky: good luck, Ren~
Ren: shit… shit… shit… please be good…
Ren steps into the Index evaluation machine. Panels slide shut around him as lights begin scanning from head to toe. Nearby cadets slow, some stopping altogether — eyes drawn to the process.
The scan finishes.
Then—
Red light.
Bright. Pulsing. Unmistakable.
Ren (thinking): why meeeeeee…
Female Scientist: what's going on here?
Scientist: I—I don't know. it's saying… it's saying his Index is—
(he turns the tablet toward her)
The female scientist freezes.
Female Scientist: that's impossible. only the number one Raider in the world has that Index.
(quiet, measured)
we'll have to wait and see if the reading is correct.
Ren: is my Index bad?!
Female Scientist: no, sweetie. we're just making sure the evaluation completed properly.
(pauses)
your name is Ren Sato, right?
Ren: yes, ma'am.
Female Scientist: here's your schedule.
Ren steps down from the machine, taking the paper with shaking fingers.
Ren: thank you…
He looks up.
Every eye in the room is on him — whispers curling through the air like static. Ren moves quickly, stopping beside Sky.
Ren: should I wait on you?
Sky: no need. I'll see you around. your teacher gets notified once you complete your evaluation, so just head to class.
(smiles warmly)
hopefully we get the same ones.
Sky's smile lingers as Ren turns away.
—
School Halls
Ren walks fast.
Ren: bright red… of course I get bright red. and not only that — I still can't find Yoru. where the hell is she…
He stops in front of a classroom door.
Ren takes a deep breath — steadying himself — mentally bracing for whatever comes next.
Ren pushes the classroom door open.
The room falls silent.
Every cadet turns. Every pair of eyes locks onto him.
Ren (thinking): …here we go.
Scene Shift: First Period. (Episode 1 — Scene 3/5)Classroom — Silver Point Raiders
Class Instructor: Ren Sato, take a seat.
Ren moves down the aisle, boots echoing softly, and sits directly behind a tall, muscular cadet whose presence alone blocks half the room.
Class Instructor: my name is Sergeant Howard. today, we'll be going over your Index evaluations and your personal student ranks. understood?
Class (in unison): yessir!
Sergeant Howard: good. first up — Cadet Jayden.
The muscular cadet in front of Ren rises to his feet.
Sergeant Howard: your Index ability is Tank. you're capable of withstanding extreme damage for one minute. solid survivability.
Jayden: thank you, sir.
Sergeant Howard: as for rank — you're a transfer student, meaning you carry your previous record. Gold Rank, based on high eliminations and strong teamwork performance. well done.
Jayden: thank you, sir.
Jayden sits. The room buzzes faintly as Sergeant Howard continues.
Sergeant Howard: Cadet Mira Holt.
A sharp-eyed girl near the window stands.
Sergeant Howard: Index ability — Echo Step. allows you to store momentum from movement and release it in short bursts. excellent for repositioning.
Mira: yes, sir.
Sergeant Howard: rank — Silver.
She sits.
Sergeant Howard: Cadet Elias Vance.
A lean boy with dark circles under his eyes rises slowly.
Sergeant Howard: Index ability — Thread Sense. heightened awareness of enemy intent within close range. situational, but dangerous in skilled hands.
Elias: understood, sir.
Sergeant Howard: rank — Bronze.
Sergeant Howard: Cadet Hana Kuroda.
A calm girl with folded arms stands.
Sergeant Howard: Index ability — Pulse Guard. generates a short-range defensive field for allies. strong support Index.
Hana: thank you, sir.
Sergeant Howard: rank — Silver.
She sits.
Several more names follow — average abilities, average ranks — until finally—
Sergeant Howard: CADET REN.
Ren stands, hands clenched at his sides.
Ren (thinking): where is Yoru… I can't take all this pressure alone…
Sergeant Howard: your Index system took longer than normal to confirm. do you know why, cadet?
Ren: um… no, sir.
Sergeant Howard: hmm. your Index system is classified as Overdraft.
The room erupts in whispers.
Ren: is… is that good, sir?
Sergeant Howard: anything is good if you know how to use it.
your Index allows you to enter a temporary flow state — enhanced speed, perception, hearing, and reaction. mistakes are minimized during activation.(pretty blunt)pretty damn good, if you ask me.
Ren: thank you, sir.
Sergeant Howard: your rank is Ruby.
The class explodes — shocked murmurs, disbelief, envy.
Sergeant Howard: AT EASE.
Silence slams down.
Sergeant Howard: due to regulation, high-ranked cadets transferring into low-rank institutions cannot retain ranks above Gold.
your rank will be adjusted accordingly.
Ren's chest tightens.
Sergeant Howard: you'll be placed at Gold Rank. hope you understand. take a seat.
Ren: yes… yessir. I understand.
Ren sits slowly, the weight of every stare heavier than before.
Sergeant Howard: I'm supposed to explain the full ranking system today — but we'll save that.(forward, decisive)instead, we'll be running a test simulation. I want to analyze how you operate — weapon preference, positioning, instincts.
everyone up. meet me in the armory.
A ripple of excitement cuts through the room.
Ren: a test run already…?
Jayden turns in his seat, placing a heavy hand on Ren's shoulder.
Jayden: don't be nervous. it'll be fun.(grins)plus, I'd love to see that badass Index power you got.
Ren: thanks…
Chairs scrape as the class rises, filing out into the halls.
—
School Halls
Ren and Jayden walk side by side toward the armory, the buzz of cadets echoing around them.
Jayden: so… Ruby Rank, huh? that's huge. what school are you transferring from?
Ren: Liberty Fall.
Jayden: whaaaat? that's a top school. why would you ever transfer here?
Ren goes quiet, eyes dropping to the floor — fragments of old memories surfacing.
Jayden notices immediately.
Jayden: hey… sorry, man. didn't mean to pry.
Ren: it's all good. not that deep.(soft)just a story for another time.
They turn a corner—
Ren freezes.
Down the hall, Yoru laughs beside a high-ranking officer. She waves goodbye and starts walking off.
Ren: YORU!
Yoru jumps, spinning around.
Yoru: why are you shouting?!
Ren: I've been looking all over for you!
Yoru: oh— yeah, sorry. after we got split during Index evaluation, I kinda wandered off.
Ren: come onnnn… I was stressed outta my mind.
Yoru: what am I, your babysitter?(glances at Jayden)and who's this buff guy?
Ren turns.
Ren: oh — this is Jayden. we're in the same class.
Yoru: aww, nice to meet you, Jayden~
Jayden: nice to meet you too.
Ren: and who was that officer you were talking to?
Yoru: okay, dad, didn't know I had to report everything.
(smiles)
after my Index evaluation, I had to take a test to see what aircraft I'd be flying.
Ren: …and?
Yoru's grin sharpens — pride she's been holding back finally breaking loose.
Yoru: F-22.
Ren: holy shit.
Jayden: hate to interrupt the reunion, but we gotta move. armory's this way, Ren.
Ren: right — yeah. I'll catch up with you later, Yoru.
Yoru: actually, that's my next stop too. mind if I tag along?
Jayden: then let's hurry up.
The three of them pick up the pace.
Ren, Yoru, and Jayden stop at the front of the armory.
Behind the clear, bulletproof sliding doors — rows of weapons gleam under cold white lights. Rifles. Blades. Armor racks standing like silent soldiers waiting to be chosen.
Ren's eyes light up.
Ren (thinking): now we're talking…
Scene Shift: Armory Protocol(Episode 1 — Scene 4/5)Armory ProtocolSilver Point Raiders — Armory
The armory doors slide open.
Cadets pour in — voices rising, eyes wide — racks of weapons and armor stretching wall to wall like a forbidden candy store finally unlocked.
Jayden: damn… they really went all out. wide-range selection too. pretty solid, if you ask me.
Ren doesn't answer.
His eyes gleam as he moves down the rows — hands brushing grips, stocks, triggers — searching.
Yoru: I forget he's got a knack for this stuff.
Ren stops.
His gaze locks onto a MCX Spear 7.
He lifts it, racks the charging handle once — clean, smooth — then immediately starts kitting it out with practiced speed.
Yoru: should've known.
Jayden: didn't even hesitate.
Yoru: yep. that's him.(turns)come on — let's start kitting up too.
Jayden: didn't expect you to grab firearms. figured Air Force wouldn't bother.
Yoru pulls two lightweight weapons free — an APC9, then a silver-and-black 2011, already mounting a red-dot and laser.
Yoru: if my aircraft ever goes down, I still gotta survive somehow.(shrugs)means learning.
Jayden nods.
Jayden: fair enough. me? I'm more brute force.
He grabs an M29 and a KSG, clears it quickly, then loads the shotgun with bright orange shells.
Jayden: incendiary rounds. close range, this thing's a monster.
A voice cuts in.
Mira Holt: terrible loadout.
Jayden pauses.
Mira steps forward, unimpressed.
Mira Holt: zero range diversity. if the enemy keeps distance, you're useless.
She lifts a Barrett M82, slinging it over her shoulder, then grabs two G18Cs, fitting both with laser modules.
Jayden: you really think two little pistols fix close-range problems?
Mira: you won't even see me before you're hit.
Jayden scoffs — but doesn't respond.
Ren returns, fully kitted.
Black-and-red armor plates lock across his vest. NVGs rest atop his helmet. Two knives sit in shoulder sockets. A black ski mask shadows his face.
Yoru: leave it to you to be fully geared in minutes.
Ren: yeah. turns out we don't have time to be picky.(glances at the clock)forty minutes before they brief us and throw us into the simulation.
Yoru: …shit.
Additional Cadets (Light, Fast Inserts)Near the armor racks:
Elias Vance fits a compact SMG, minimal armor — light, quiet, precise.
Hana Kuroda selects a short carbine and deployable shield unit, moving with calm intent.
Mira finishes calibrating her scope, ignoring everyone.
Then—
Ren spots someone familiar.
Sky stands near the back, holding a standard-issue rifle — untouched, undecorated.
Ren approaches.
Ren: you didn't change anything.
Sky: didn't feel like it.(soft shrug) figured I'd learn the basics first.
Ren: fair.
Sky: guess we'll see what kind of fighters we really are.
They share a quiet nod.
Around them, cadets finish gearing up — armor locking, weapons slung, voices lowering as anticipation settles in.
The armory feels heavier now.
Like a waiting room before impact.
Announcement: ten minutes before insertion.
Ren glances over.
Ren: I never got to ask…
Sky: hm?
Ren: why are you in here?
Sky: oh — our class is running a team deathmatch operation.
Ren: aw… that sucks. guess we're not in the same class.
Sky: yeah. turns out I'm Class B.
Ren: that su—
The armory door slides open.
Conversation dies instantly.
A commander steps in — posture rigid, presence heavy. Every cadet snaps into line beside the weapon racks.
LT. COL. Asavado scans the room.
LT. COL. Asavado: Sergeant Howard is currently in the simulation control room overseeing today's operation. (pauses) Class A will be deployed against Class B. first team to reach two hundred and fifty eliminations wins.
A murmur ripples.
Voice: sir — how does the simulation work?
LT. COL. Asavado: simple.you get shot — you feel it. you fall — you feel it.Once you sustain critical damage, you'll be transported back to your spawn point. that's your SP unit, fitted into every vest.
He lifts his gauntlet.
LT. COL. Asavado: these display your plate integrity and core health. watch them. ignore them, and you'll pay for it.(flat) good luck.
The commander turns and exits.
Ren (mumbling): that's it…?(his face tightens) there's way more they should've covered…
Sky steps back toward her side.
Sky: good luck, Ren~
Ren: same to you.
Yoru and Jayden step up behind him.
Yoru (slightly annoyed): who was that?
Ren: (smug) jealous?
Yoru: shut the hell up. prep — we're deploying soon.
Jayden: been a while since I've gotten action. nervous and excited.(grins) Too bad I can't show that Mira girl what's up.
Ren: maybe next practice run. right now?(eyes forward)we focus on crushing Class B.
They nod together.
Above them, the timer ticks down.
10…
9…
8…
Scene Shift: Simulation Start (Episode 1 — Scene 5/5)7…
6…
5…
4…
Announcement: insertion imminent.
A massive blue beam washes over the armory — scanning, humming, swallowing everything—
The world breaks.
Ren hits solid ground.
Smoke. Fire. Shattered concrete. A war-torn city stretches endlessly in every direction as cadets materialize mid-motion — some sprinting immediately, others scrambling for cover, gunfire already echoing through the ruins.
No countdown now.
Only chaos.
Ren, Yoru, and Jayden move as one — sprinting through debris and shattered streets before diving behind a line of abandoned cars.
Yoru: so what's the plan? running and gunning is definitely not on the list.
Ren: we need to get inside a building.
Yoru: what? why?
Ren: with our loadouts, we can fight outside — but inside makes us way more effective.(glances at Jayden) close quarters give us the advantage.
Jayden: smart. but which building?
Ren points.
A towering structure sits at the center of the ruined city — broken windows, collapsed floors, bodies already littering the streets around it.
Yoru: yeah… if bodies start dropping there, it'll turn into a hotspot.(grins) skyscraper too. let's move.
They break from cover—
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Rounds tear through metal.
They dive back down instantly.
Ren: shit. guess we're not getting there clean.
Yoru: two riflemen and a marksman. long range — bad matchup for us.
Jayden lifts his hand, revealing several grenades.
Jayden: I'm close range anyway. brought insurance.
Ren's mind races.
Ren: Jayden — you and Yoru push up toward the building. I'll hold here and take them out.
Jayden: good plan.
Gunfire chews the hood of the abandoned car Ren's using as cover — metal screaming, sparks kicking up inches from his face.
Ren exhales slowly.
Ren: move on my mark.
Yoru nods once, already shifting her stance. Jayden grips a grenade, thumb on the pin.
Ren peeks out just enough to catch muzzle flash across the street — third floor, broken window. Another crack snaps past his helmet.
Ren: marksman's anchoring them… two riflemen flanking left.
Jayden: copy.
Ren raises the MCX, steady despite the chaos. He tracks the window — breath syncing with the weapon.
Ren: now.
Jayden lobs the grenade.
It arcs clean — detonates behind the enemy position with a concussive thoom that rattles the street. The riflemen break cover instinctively.
Yoru moves first.
She sprints low, APC9 barking in controlled bursts — forcing heads down, pinning movement.
Ren steps out.
Time feels… wrong.
Not slower — cleaner.
His breathing steadies. The noise dulls. Lines sharpen.
Ren (thinking): …focus.
He fires.
Three precise shots.
One rifleman drops mid-stride, armor flashing as the SP triggers — blue light yanking them out of the fight.
The second stumbles back into cover.
The marksman reappears—
Ren adjusts without thinking.
Crack.
The helmet snaps back. Another blue flash.
Ren blinks.
Sound rushes back in.
Yoru: two down!
Jayden: hell yeah!
The last rifleman panics — firing wildly —
Ren advances, boots crunching glass.
One shot.
Clean.
ELIMINATION CONFIRMED.
The street goes quiet.
Ren lowers the rifle, heart pounding now that the moment's gone.
His gauntlet flickers.
HUD: Overdraft — Passive Sync Detected.
Ren freezes.
Ren (thinking): …what?
Jayden jogs up, clapping his shoulder hard.
Jayden: you see that?! first exchange and you wiped the lane!
Yoru stares at Ren — not smiling.
Yoru: …you didn't hesitate.
Ren looks back at the ruined street — at the scorch marks, the silence, the empty space where enemies were just standing.
Far above, the skyscraper looms — waiting.
Ren tightens his grip on the rifle.
Ren: move. before someone else notices.
They push forward.
The simulation watches.
As they sprint toward the skyscraper, rubble crunching underfoot, Ren's thoughts spiral.
Ren (thinking): I didn't activate it…
so how the hell did it—
High above, tucked into the shadows of a collapsed high-rise, two cadets from Class B observe the battlefield through scopes and sensors.
Voice: you see that, Pat?
Patrick: yeah. I saw it.
(low, focused)
looks like he doesn't have control over his Index.
Voice: makes sense. passives are always the hardest to regulate.
Patrick slowly chambers a round.
Patrick: load up. if my guess is right, they're the spearhead.
(controlled)
keep them pinned, we rack up points. scoreboard's already against us.
Voice: copy.
A high-caliber magazine slides into place.
The M200 Intervention locks shut with a heavy, final clack.
Patrick (on radio): this is Pat. me and Amato are deployed — ready to support.
Radio: copy that.
Amato peers through his scope, eyes narrowing as the city erupts with distant firefights.
Amato: looks like the real battle's just starting.
The crosshairs settle.
Far below, Ren feels it.
A chill crawls up his spine.
Ren slows for half a step — instincts screaming.
Ren (thinking): …someone's watching.
The scope steadies.
A finger tightens on the trigger.
—
CRACK.
Cut to black.