The sound of a rattling, as if something was bouncing around in a metallic can, was heard though nothing was seen. The rattling continued, followed by the sounds of long sprays while an audible click joined the noisy scene and a flood of light poured in. The camera was angled towards the ground, shaking a little as the holder focused the view and adjusted the light so it wasn't blinding. On the screen was the battery life, blinking red showing that the camera was on it's last few minutes of life.
The shot was still aimed towards the ground while the spraying and rattling continued. It seemed someone was playing camera man while another was presumably marking or spraying something. Faint whispers were heard, too soft to note what they were saying and who these people were. Finally, the spraying noises came to a halt and as the camera panned up, it was obvious they were somewhere backstage. The only ones backstage, at that.
There on the wall, was a symbol spray painted onto the wall. The red paint formed twisted, yet delicate thorn vines while overlapping that, was an jagged, black design, almost resembling an ankh. The paint dripped slightly due to it's freshness. The whispers picked up once again as the two behind the camera admired their handy work, snickering to themselves as the spray can was thrown against the painted wall, rolling off scene before the camera was placed on the ground pointed towards the wall. The hushed whispers fell silent and all movement came to a stop. The unknown duo were gone, leaving only the odd symbol in view before the camera's battery life had come to an end and the scene faded to black.
