As night falls, so does the city. Skyscrapers have become monolithic torches, illuminating the destruction with a hellish, flickering glow. Rubble fills the streets, making it nearly impossible to navigate the demolished highways. The enemy troops have taken over completely, and the remaining rebels are slowly but surely being exterminated.

Hidden amongst the wreckage, a young couple says tearful goodbyes as their daughter sleeps fitfully between them.

“You can’t go out there! Please—we need you. What if—” She chokes back a sob, and he takes both her hands in his.

“I’m the last hope this city has. If I don’t try, it’s only a mater of time before it’s too late.” He looks at his daughter as she stirs. “I can’t give up now.”

“Promise you’ll be safe?” A tear slides down her face, cutting a clean path through the accumulated dust on her face.

He squeezes her hands gently.

“I promise.”