Isolation.
Desolation.
Loneliness.
Seclusion.
Solitude.
Imagine an agent, young and inexperienced.
Smoke rises from the ruins of the foreign city he was assigned to. Moonlight is the only illumination that is given- all the streetlights are broken, and the shards of glass reflect the stars.
His job is finished, but everybody is dead- the enemy is dead, the townspeople are dead, his team is dead.
Everybody's dead except for him.
The bitter dark encompassing him seals the solitude he lives in.
And there's no way to get out of it.
Thanks to Nick, who probably didn't even realize I took this.


